archives for February 2007
evening with blue sea and sails
Wednesday 28 February 2007 | I like a cookie
I abruptly decide not to go to Gail’s women in religion class this afternoon. Instead I wash four loads of laundry while sewing blonde wooden buttons on a blue wool sweater from Scotland, one Maman gave me the year before she died, because it was cold in the hospital. Stop by the grocery store and […]
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signifiers around town
Tuesday 27 February 2007 | I like a cookie
barbie’s pickup truck
Tuesday 27 February 2007 | I like a cookie
separation of church and state
Sunday 25 February 2007 | I like a cookie
So, fine, alright, we admit it: We’ve been neglecting you. In a fit of spring cleaning, we decided to excise the daily workaday identity from this blog and give it its own space—levering out from the Dionysian the, as it were, Apollonian. It was time to face the fact that the Unnarrator deals with those […]
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thich nhat hanh, “our appointment with life” (on the bhaddekaratta sutra)
Friday 23 February 2007 | I like a cookie
Some days we may feel hollow, exhausted, and joyless, not really our true selves. On such days, even if we try to be in touch with others, our efforts will be in vain. The more we try, the more we fail. When this happens, we should stop trying to be in touch with what is […]
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friday refrains · christina rossetti
Friday 23 February 2007 | I like a cookie
SONG
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if […]
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pywacket’s new favorite toy
Tuesday 20 February 2007 | I like a cookie
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“wicca dingbats”
Monday 19 February 2007 | I like a cookie
An actual search, which led an actual person, to this very site. Unfortunately the seeker was rewarded only with colorized Bodoni and Hoefler Text Ornaments (cf. sidebar). Which reminds us: If you yourself have an actual website, would you consider tossing a link our way? The Un’s currently a slow #9 or #10 on Google, […]
weird, part II
Monday 19 February 2007 | I like a cookie
Who is this flower above me,
and what is the work of this God?
I would know myself in all my parts.
—traditional Feri prayer
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Struggling through the neither-fish-nor-fowl prose of Drawing Down the Moon (because surely after all these years I should finish the damn thing), pitching and yawing through Margot Adler’s fat chapters neither solidly academic […]
from a letter to mandarin
Sunday 18 February 2007 | I like a cookie
Querida Murcielago,
I hope there is more vim and vigor flying around your SF than mine. I seem to be mired in my own leaden physicality, drained of energy while craving (just typed “crazing” ) carbs without end. I feel bloated and torpid and double-chinned and pudgy—is it EMSAM? Is it February? Is it one too […]
