I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
My desktop is again cluttered with memes I’m waiting to share. The perfect opportunity is more rare than one supposes, however. I suppose that’s why they say, “Perfection is the enemy of good.” I hope to meet the wise oracles of “they” one day. Regardless, it sounds like good advice. So, enjoy. Or don’t – I accept zero responsibility. All that matters is I’m free … Continue reading Desktop cleanse, mark 537.
I like stuff. I’ve always liked stuff. I attribute this in part to growing up rather poor. Money was tight until my late teens; stuff wasn’t something we had a lot of. This was also in the pre-boutique-thrift shop days. In the now, thrift and consignment stores are as ubiquitous as liquor outlets, but back when I was young, there was the local Sally Ann … Continue reading Is it time to clean out the digital closets?
I love a good quote. I wish I remembered them for longer than seconds. My mother has the kind of lung cancer that’s not going to get better. Living through this is probably the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do. I’ve lived in the aftermath of sudden death, but I’ve never walked the path with someone when the end is guaranteed. Philosophically and pedantically … Continue reading Quotes for the week.
From Famine to Feast. 