All I want to do is go to bed with a good book. Something light and fluffy that doesn’t make me think too hard or long to write in the margin. I also want to eat sushi. Or nothing at all. Because nothing at all is preferable to anything else I can think of. Except
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I’ve been reading C.S. Lewis. He’s talking about words and how they lose their meaning and become of no use to anyone when they aren’t treated in the literal sense. Like ‘gentleman’. How it use to refer to a specific type of landed noble person. How someone then used it to refer to how that
“Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very;” your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.” ~Mark Twain
I’m compulsive. And I deeply think that it has to be something very neurotic. And I’m not joking. . . . I don’t have to do anything. Nothing. I can just sit around. But, suddenly it starts, you see. This terrible feeling that I am just wasting my life, I’m useless, I’m no good. Now,
It’s a very British thing to do. Queue. They say it’s their national past time. I reckon they’re right. I reckon it has a lot to do with the NHS and that pervasive politeness they’re all decked out in. The kind that holds firm until it outs itself in the form of sarcasm. Extreme. I
You don’t have to go home but you can’t…stay…here… Ten years ago this summer. We drove around in the warm and the sun with our hair up and our windows down and sang the words and thought “This is it. This is us.” It was our anthem. Our summer song. To dream to and believe
There’s no getting around the insanity that has been my week. I still haven’t got that organizational thing down. It’s a work in progress. If it were up to me, I’d hire my chica to do it for me. She’s saved my bacon more than once, always with a smile, and she’s doing it again
The Euro’s dad was talking about boundaries the other day. How Cumbria isn’t really Cumbria, but something all together new and not right-sounding. How some of Cheshire used to be some of Lancashire and how politicians like to redraw the map as it suits them. “You don’t really do that in America, do you?” I
I may as well begin with the latest bit of drama. Cousin Bedford tried to kill himself today. It’s no surprise really. That he tried it, or that no one in the family took notice. Because that’s the thing about Cousin Bedford. No one really cares. It’s his fault. He’s been stoned for eighteen years
“I don’t think that work ever really destroyed anybody. I think that lack of work destroys them a hell of a lot more.” – Katherine Hepburn
“…you have to live for the present. You have to be in the moment. Whatever has happened to you in your past has no power over this present moment, because life is now.” — Oprah Winfrey ———— This morning I read the transcript of Oprah’s commencement address given at Stanford over the weekend. Jaw dropping
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion ———— If you had to have one job, for the rest of your life, and you had to do it for free…what would it be?
