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 . . . .

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.

D

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.]

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 http://ConcordLove.blogspot.com 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.

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

hey, peeps.
go to http://BrandeisScam.blogspot.com/ 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.)

Derek

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!