January 2008
It’s the year of the “happy new year” text message. H and I are watching “The Wire” drinking port and champagne respectively. And I’ve nearly eaten a family size pizza. And it couldn’t be more fun.
December 2007
An article that purports to tell the story of lace made from steel, but reveals the intertwined relationships between a man, his mentors, their house, and an artist.
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our
business.
- T. S. Eliot
East Coker
Four Quartets” —The Wit of the Staircase
I feared reading this. And now that I have, I am again aware of how prescient it all is. Tonight, as a new year begins and the year of her death ends, I hope that Theresa is at peace.
I hope the rubber band understands it all because I’m still confused.
I’d really like to know how I missed this. Ah well. I’ve found it now. Utterly creepy shots of Shalom as one who’s gone beyond.
Her death makes me quite sad. She seemed to be such a brave, courageous woman. The world has changed today.
I gave up on this convoluted show long ago. I didn’t watch one episode of season 3 because season 2 left me so kerfuffled and this was after I spent hours searcing through that site of theirs. I mean there was dedication. There was serious love for Locke. And then it went down the rabbit hole. But, maybe it’s time to give it another chance. J.J. can’t let me down for long, can he? Well…there was that last season of “Alias”, but let’s not mention that, hmm?
Found viaPaul Scheer’s Tumbrbloggything.