- Squirrel X wrote something that I feel is worth repeating: "...if you're able to credit just one sentence I write, let it be this : The soul is immortal and love never dies."
- Holy Lord Almighty. After a lifetime of making crappy oatmeal, I just--now--made the most delicious bowl of oatmeal I have ever tasted in my life. Even people who 'don't like' oatmeal would want to eat this oatmeal. This oatmeal could save a nation. I feel... whole.
p.s. it involves vanilla soymilk and rhubarb syrup (but only a negligible amount of the latter).
Perhaps it helps that I have a great respect for the rhubarb syrup. It's liquidy and light in a way that simply radiates nobility; it's so very carefully homemade in such a very beautiful town; and it only has two ingredients.
- Can anybody tell me the name and/or artist of the song with these lyrics?
"...little boy blue and the man in the moon, when you comin' home son, I don't know when, we'll get together then, for sure, you know we'll have a good time then..."
I should know, but I don't.
- Oh yeah, and I'm back from Alaska. Here are some pieces of my trip, my pasalubong to you:
. long bodies of trees lying dead, mossed over with time; their broken stumps remain as their only tombstones.
. the ambassadors of the forest on the edge of the trail reach up to give us high fives as we leave.
12:28 a.m. 2003-08-17�
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