Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
I'm sneaking Douglas into my apartment for the night (guests, a maximum of two per month, are supposed to register with the apartment manager); he'll stay over, then we'll go to the North Shore tomorrow to swim with the dolphins and ogle the Marines, and back in the evening for another surreptitious stay-over. He's waiting for me to finish blogging--so I'll finish this Monday....
posted by anatole at
6:41 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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