41 years ago today, the sweetest, sexiest, most marvelous person in the universe was born. I have no idea why I’ve been blessed by his presence in my life, but I hope it never ends.
TotD: Emma Goldman on Love
Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny; how can such an…
TotD: Carter Heyward on Love
Carter Heyward: Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being “drawn toward.” Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial…
Diane Duane Rocks
Back when the Meisha Merlin warehouse was being cleaned out, Sam picked up a copy of The Sword and the Dragon, first volume of the Epic Tales of the Five by Diane Duane that MM put out. It contains The…
And That’s the Week
I consider Sunday the first day of the week rather than the last. It was a week full of appointments for the girl and getting paperwork shuffled to various bureaucracies. Sam and I had lovely dates Wednesday and tonight, although we…
TotD: Written On the Body
I’d never heard of Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson (or of the author, at all) until I was browsing through some of the quotations at Gaia a while back. This bit is too long for my quotations file,…
Sam and Saturday
Yes, it was another date night. Yay! (They are the highlights of my week, with good reason.) The girl went out on a date, so we had the house to ourselves. It still feels odd, at times, not to have…
Pirates!
Not the nice, Johnny Depp kind, no. The pillage/rape/murder sort spiced up with demon-worshipping shark people. Tonight was date night, and I was impatient to be back to our game. We’d left off at a very unresolved point the last…
Semester Done!
I took my project management final tonight, so I’m done with the semester! Now I’m trying to download the textbook files for next semester, but the ebook server is having issues. In the meantime, I’m listening to some lovely new…
Poetry: Michael Blumenthal
For my Sam A Marriage You are holding up a ceiling with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, terribly tired, and, as the day goes on, it feels…