mercredi 27 octobre 2004

Notion. Not masochistic. Tonight I worked on the Project. Then I felt an urge to write an ungodilily long letter, before saying this and then going back to the thingie. The letter gave me another urge. I want, in a wholesome, healthy way, to spend a few weeks reading all the love letters I have mailed since I've had a computer. Partly, I want to get this over before the extinction of the male of the species I once warned you about when I read it in 'Science et Vie': that famous day when biology wins and women rule over the world instead of pretending this is done by men. (Will they remember us with at least an iota of affection?) Mainly, I wish to do it because I'm suddenly curious to know how many dreadful lies I have told in my life. Is it just tens ... or millions? How many have I got left? 11:36:00 PM  link   your views? [] My-grams: don't mix with migraines Kathryn is good at a mindful haiku. every now and then. Me too. But I'm also practising Nicki-grams, based on the sense of my oft-repeated second favourite quote from TSE: "immature poets imitate; good poets steal." Here's one before it falls through the sieve, along with the best piece of advice anybody ever gave me, which was "Stop Thinking." A likeable cynical bastard asked me today why I was suddenly "most solicitious" of his welfare. I gave him a silly answer, left the real one as an immediate and unspoken exercise for my neuron pea: "Happiness and love are like misery and colds: when they arrive in intolerable doses, they're best liberally shared with your friends." 12:41:10 AM  link   your views? []

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