Perhaps you, my faithful readers, will have noticed the recent (and subtle) changes to this site over the past several weeks. Or, perhaps not. Either way, one of the more recent changes has been the inclusion of the RANDOM POST MACHINE on the sidebar, which –– when clicked –– will take you to a random post from the eight and a half years of my blog’s existence. I’ve been clicking on it, and (almost) each time I do it reminds me of another moment in the past eight and a half years of my life that I’d largely forgotten about, for better or worse. So that’s nice. Except when it isn’t. Except when it turns into nostalgia, and I would be remiss if I didn’t remind you that nostalgia was originally considered a disease, the only cure for which was a time machine, although the afflicted were (tragically) too fixated on the past to conceive of such a device. I’d also be remiss if I didn’t give due props to Franny for suggesting I include the RANDOM POST MACHINE in my blog, and also that I came up with the name “RANDOM POST MACHINE” all by myself.
I remain mad busy with a unique and sudden glut of editing work, which (as I’ve written) is a good thing in most ways except time. My time management skills have always needed work, but situations like this force me into working on them on the fly, which isn’t ideal, but (fortunately) usually results in lots of last-minute magic. Usually. And the thing about working from home is that you’re working from home.

mind and consciousness may continue

“[Near death experience] studies also suggest that after physical death, mind and consciousness may continue in a transcendent level of reality that normally is not accessible to our senses and awareness. Needless to say, this view is utterly incompatible with the belief of many materialists that the material world is the only reality.”

Near death, explained (Salon)

The opposite is true.

“We think constant connection will make us feel less lonely. The opposite is true. If we are unable to be alone, we are far more likely to be lonely. If we don’t teach our children to be alone, they will know only how to be lonely.”

The Flight From Conversation (NY Times)

metaphorical scale

…that’s a photo I took while wandering around San Francisco with Franny, who looked like this:

…last October at a scenic overlook on Skyline Drive. She looks at me like that more often than not.

I’ve fallen into a ton of editing work this week, and while the timing is good (I have a tax bill to pay), it also takes most of my time. When I was creating debt and having fun (and learning) in grad school I often realized that I’d have to work my ass off sometime in the future to pay off this debt and balance the metaphorical scale. I also understand that I have to work my ass off to get where I want to get in this field I’ve chosen, and I often feel that I’m playing catch-up. So I can’t really complain, except of course I can.

So, yes… I should go to bed.


You’ll notice I didn’t get a chance to post in here tonight.

singing songs of love


the hippo