Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
Saw Friday off on a camping trip today from the food giveaway at the commmunity center today. He should be back sometime next week. Myself, I've got my bedroll made up in my Swiss army backpack, and I'm ready to camp in Kristen's back yard for the next three nights. Swimming in the river this afternoon, expecting it to get up to 100 round degrees, according to the weather service.
posted by anatole at
2:27 PM
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous. The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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