It's been over three months since I posted anything to this 'blog.
It's been quite the season. I see sunshine today!
The historic intersection of Fat Tuesday and Super Tuesday have me a bit excited.
Friday, January 18
Friday, September 21
Shall We Overcome, really?
Jens and Rena are coming for lunch today, and Dr. Tuccillo is coming for dinner. So it's a Petersburg open house day, I love that. Anthony is the greatest husband, for many reasons the internet cannot contain ~ but chief among them is that he brings me giant cups of Earl Grey tea even though I'm actively working on a pot of coffee. Standing in New Sagaya is enough to help anyone fall in love with Anchorage.
I just read a few lines of this latest report out of Jena, but my reaction is so mixed. I have the usual horror at displays like these, typical of my essentially segregated childhood in a pristine part of the USA.
Part of me feels relieved, that we're forced to see the ugliness of racism, and how far we have not come. If you listen to the way people really talk, half-formed mean spirits inside them, or just the oblivion of privilege, it's evident that we remain very separate, separated.
My project will be finished by October 4. I am determined.
I just read a few lines of this latest report out of Jena, but my reaction is so mixed. I have the usual horror at displays like these, typical of my essentially segregated childhood in a pristine part of the USA.
Part of me feels relieved, that we're forced to see the ugliness of racism, and how far we have not come. If you listen to the way people really talk, half-formed mean spirits inside them, or just the oblivion of privilege, it's evident that we remain very separate, separated.
My project will be finished by October 4. I am determined.
Thursday, September 20
Monday, September 17
Veracruz
We're headed for cold weather, so I took to looking through winter photos of Mexico. Not sure if this is a great method of preparing, or just further damaging my psyche. Am I finally going to take up x-country skiing? I want realistic winter rec ideas...
Sunday, September 16
Nothing lasts, save glory
I ruined another silk blouse by washing and drying it. It was a shimmery peach affair with a Peter pan collar, and it felt sumptuous worn with a string of pearls. Our brief acquaintance now feels like it barely happened.
This morning I stood at the toaster eating smoked salmon until the bread burned, thinking about Good Cheese and suffering. I really love being 29. I feel this awareness of my self, my being, and my purpose that has been hard-won.
This morning I stood at the toaster eating smoked salmon until the bread burned, thinking about Good Cheese and suffering. I really love being 29. I feel this awareness of my self, my being, and my purpose that has been hard-won.
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