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I am amused to note someone who was (I think) hiding their online status from me for some months appears rather ubiquitous this evening...
and if a vacation is meant to reduce sleep debt, it may have been a success... I think I met my goal of doing as little as possible, mostly.
It's one of those days when you can turn your brain down to a low simmer -- and let yourself focus more on simple things. Your intellectualizing is done for a little while, so it's time to kick back and let your gray matter relax. Your brain deserves a bit of a vacation, so do the mindless things you like to do with extra gusto today. Watch TV, go for a meandering walk, or flip through some gossip magazines. There's no harm in being a simpleton just for a day.
I started 2 weeks' vacation 14 minutes ago. Isn't my horoscope apt? :)
During my bookstore shopping this weekend, not only did I get this:
But also this:
and as philosophy goes... ;)
But also this:
and as philosophy goes... ;)
I've written about this before. The guns are being set off at the War memorial down Duckworth Street right now. Wikipedia's article on Beaumont Hamel"
Swells, writing in the NME, or the Guardian, or elsewhere, or his other UK arts & media exposure, or even if you don't, these columns of his, documenting his death - written from the true front line, are not pleasant, but damned near required reading.
The English Patient
Cell Out
Steven Wells Says Goodbye
RIP.
The English Patient
Cell Out
Steven Wells Says Goodbye
RIP.
Saw her do this a couple of years ago... sadly still unreleased.
The very erudite Sir Clement Freud on horseracing
(For the record, I always found the champagne tent at York the best place to spend the day!)
I miss the racing... harness just isn't the same.
(For the record, I always found the champagne tent at York the best place to spend the day!)
I miss the racing... harness just isn't the same.
work. sleep. work. sleep. work work work. sleep. work. sleep sleep sleep.
From Neil Young at Mile One. OK, by way of the pub and two pints of cider.
He was magnificent.
My god, if I can reach out and grab passion by the balls like that in 19 years, I will be content. Passionately, but content.
He was magnificent.
My god, if I can reach out and grab passion by the balls like that in 19 years, I will be content. Passionately, but content.
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