Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
this morning: Colors of violet, hot pink, lavender and orange; such as only the prismatic purity of mid-Pacific skies, with rain in the forecast, can refract. But, says Something Deep Inside, it's more than meteorology and optical science...When Eos and Iris come all spangled out like this first thing in the morning, Something's up in the World, and one who is not a fool will warily venture abroad to see what it is.
posted by anatole at
9:49 AM
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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