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1. Statement from a dream: "Your midlife crisis is a drinking game."
2. Steps in dog-training. First you are his weather, and then his God. Eventually you are demoted to an unfortunately rule-bound playmate.
3. Do we follow developments in astrophysics hoping to learn that Dark Energy = God?
4. Christmas issues: chocolate Yule log could be a serving of stuffed snake.
5. Vitrolite is a veneer of pigmented structural glass.
6. Less carping: more carpe.
7. Apologies to Philip K. Dick and the entire digital generation: Paper is that which, when computer switched off, doesn't go away.
8. Fashion advertisements and car brands are America's truthful id. Viz the Buick Enclave.
9. In economic downturns, all uses retreat to the still-viable brick buildings of former public trusts-- schools, churches, railroad terminals-- and hunker quietly, waiting for the shadow to pass.
"Whenever you are in trouble, in some scrape, on the verge of despair or in despair, remember: that's life speaking to you in the only language it knows well. In other words, try to be a little masochistic: without a touch of masochism, the meaning of life is not complete." (Joseph Brodsky, Essays)
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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