This looks really cool. Apropo of nothing. Just saw it. Especially like the random entry thingy. Wikipedia.org
Went to Dunn Brothers last night and sat with my laptop and worked through the first full example of the chess book The Amateur’s Mind. I was feeling confined at home. In-laws visiting. But damn it, also my day off and want to get the most of that too.
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By the time you are reading this, I will have put a few back-dated posts, filling in the gaps since before Christmas.
Thinking of the tsunami, I think of my government and it’s response–too slow, too little, too late, insufficient, and designed to benefit certain benefactors. It is probably just cynicism.
Also struck by the appearance of the bodies–they aren’t grotesque, torn to shreds–they are simply dead, but apparently unmarked. A most enormous Jonestown. I don’t know–probably nothing intelligent or worthwhile that I can say.
I did the whole thing at the Y–stretched, lifted, ellipticalled, saunaed, and I would have swum but the pool was open swimming.
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Solstice. A bit of snow. Cold. ten degrees fahrenheit. Windy. Winter. Mantra that came to me this moring and is still with me:cry’n and try’n; lie’n and die’n. Don’t know what it means.
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I walked to the 8:30 am Quaker meeting. Very cold. Today isn?t about the wind. Today isn?t about the squeaking ceiling fan, like it was several weeks ago. Today is about the cold. And today is about the sun.
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Find a phone booth is the anthem, the bumper sticker, of the morning. It was added to the sauna conversation by the jazz guitarist.
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I posted for ten days in a row. And actually I feel good that I was able to break the string. I am (somewhat?) obsessive and compulsive. And this morning, I didn?t go to the Y. It?s the first weekday morning in quite awhile for that too.
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Our children?s former violin teacher, who just had twins, was talking about another woman from her “multiples class” who’d hired a woman, a nanny, to come and help. This nanny was apparently somewhat of a celebrity, and was know as the “Baby Whisperer.” There was just an obituary in the New York Times for such a woman. Same person?
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Today has been the day of wind. Howling, rumbling, whistling. Like a blowtorch. Like there is a dragon in North Dakota trying to blowout the birthday candles on a cake in Chicago. Windows rattle. Blown-down tree branches litter the streets. Large outdoor Christmas tree displays topple. This is the Windy City. People cover their faces with scarves and lean into the wind as they walk along the street. Against the wind is uphill.
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My path to Hack Yourself led through several links. It started with the link on my Blog Roll to All the Pages are My Days. On his Blog Roll is the site for Ben Hammersley. He has a link for the person who designed his page, Ronan Spoor. And Ronan Spoor has a link to 43 Folders. And there was this entry.
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