just a bit of a placeholder to say:

i’m not dead.

i’m thinking about writing.

there may even be something interesting here, about life near the Big City, in the nearish future.

and how was your weekend?

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unconscious mutterings:

Savings:: bond

On:: target

Wire:: tap

Word:: less

Bladder:: organ

Missing:: tooth

Side:: show

Window:: dressing

Digit:: alis

Swirl:: curl

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driving to the store this weekend, running some last minute errands, i wasn’t really paying attention to the radio.

the music kept me company as i ran thru the mental checklist, trying to figure out what i’d missed, and keeping an eye out for pedestrians darting off the sidewalk.

and then, there in the dark, pouring out of the speakers, a familiar voice.

Shadows are falling and I’m running out of breath

Keep me in your heart for a while

such sweet, sad words, such a very public love letter.

Sometimes when you’re doing simple things around the house

Maybe you’ll think of me and smile

You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse

Keep me in your heart for a while

i cried all the way to the store, missing Warren.

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unconscious mutterings:

Wedding:: gown

Roach:: clip

Expense:: report

Fight:: club

Air:: tune

Protect:: and serve

Glance:: aside

Boo:: eek

Steamy:: bathroom

Caviar:: splurge

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fun link of the day, courtesy of ftrain:

The Well-Intended, but Not Quite Interactive, Schrodinger’s Cat – A Rather Silly Experiment in Quantum Mechanics.

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unconscious mutterings:

Bookends:: completion

Compliment:: sincere

Gutter:: snipe

Obsession:: hamlet

Heavy:: brother

Real:: Riyaad

Disposable:: razor

Breeze:: easy

Work:: ethic

Sweetheart:: deal

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stories, and storytelling, and the joy of a good book.

being read to, hearing characters come to life while feeling the snap and heat of a campfire or curled up in a favorite chair. reading a book for yourself and discovering that travel doesn’t always involve cars and the License Plate game.

all these experiences are treasures. there are those who say that bread is the staff of life; i’d argue that words are a close second. i got to thinking about this while meandering thru jen’s site and reading her thoughts on storytelling. [sidenote: just saw your note, jen, after being computerless for a weekend! questions are on the way.] and thanks to her, i’m looking forward to checking out the Three Apples Storytelling Festival this fall. just think – a whole weekend of stories, and cider, and maybe an apple picking trip in there somewhere! ah, fall in New England. makes me happy to be from here.

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unconscious mutterings:

1. Kiss:: bouche

2. Nothing:: Sartre

3. Reach:: toothbrush

4. Late:: for lunch

5. Stump:: post

6. Dreams:: hopes

7. LOL:: childish

8. Ornament:: Christmas tree

9. Neck:: and neck

10. Guitar:: Spanish

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