Thursday, August 26, 2010

a sad day

we're in mourning here; overnight, a beloved (and somewhat crazed :-) member of our family has died. Angel, one of our two-year-old parakeets, won't be falling off of perches or flying into walls anymore. She's in a better place now. Perhaps Aruba. farewell, birdie . . . .

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

OK, so it's all a lie: life actually does suck

hey, peeps,
---i'm tired of putting on a happy face. the thing is, i'm really depressed; i just don't know how to express it except through depressing posts like this one, and that does no one any good. too bad; it's all i've got right now. ttyl.


Monday, August 23, 2010

from Ender's QOTD: 2010-07-23

Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self.
-- Cyril Connolly

[i'm still around, just catching my breath. almost have 'the stereo' set up properly so i can have some music the right way again. the parakeets are staying with me at the moment, and it's been a pleasant reunion. having to force myself to spend some time putting stuff away, lest i disappear in the chaos of my room. ;-) programming is next on the agenda.]

Friday, August 13, 2010

whatever the season

so, peeps, you're still looking at my blog (even though i write something here next to never); thank you for that. really, though, you should catch my nom de plume at because at least there's a new entry every day.

the summer continues, and the annual spin slowly begins to tilt towards autumn. enjoy every day is the only advice that i care much for anymore, whatever the season. i'm rambling . . . must be time for some lovin' . . . .

be well; keep cool.

Monday, August 2, 2010

new blog, Brandeis University (trying to rip me off)

hey, peeps.
go to if you want to read about my experience with Brandeis University. they're such scum. (the link is at the top of my LINKS list.)


Sunday, August 1, 2010

i like opera, except for the singing ;-)

bicycled to my UU church in Concord this morning -- these summer services sure are a mixed bag. the soprano soloist was somewhat painful to listen to (for me), and the whole service was a little too traditional for my taste; but i had a lovely conversation with Dorothy during coffee hour, and that made it all worthwhile.

perhaps i just wasn't in the mood to go to a service at all; perhaps i should have just gone for coffee on Main Street instead, and i still could have gone to coffee hour after the service. but i'll accept the experience as a needed lesson for my patience and tolerance. the church is still a work in progress, and now that i'm a member i can take a more active role helping determine in what direction it goes.

ciao, peeps!