From Matthea Harvey’s “One Filament Against the Firmament”
Sight tests had been conducted on them all as Children these ones could examine a dewdrop Perched on a furred leaf & not cry when it fell to The ground5:41 p.m.
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This is good for a few minutes of timekill.
1:49 p.m.
A moment of “My Way” wisdom: .
“For what is man?
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has not!”
3:13 p.m.
Stolen from Pith and Vinegar, and I couldn’t agree more:
“The Gallery of “Misused” Quotation Marks. Read. Learn. Don’t do it any more.”
10:19 a.m.
Xanthic Of, relating to, or tending toward a yellow color.
2:50 p.m.
A post I relate to from Onfocus:
“This whole daylight savings time thing is throwing me off. I find myself wide awake at 6:30, trying to do math. The
groggy internal dialogue goes something like this: now is it really 5:30 or 7:30? should I be more tired than I am?
why am I awake if it’s really 5:30? it must be 7:30. should I sleep for a while to try to acclimate to this time?
should I just get up? Then I lay around, awake. Not being productive at waking life. Not being productive at
sleeping. In a hazy purgatory of hours rolling forward and backward. ”12:40 p.m.
In honor of Halloween, the best Jack O’Lantern I’ve seen in awhile.
4:13 p.m.
Stolen from the archives of one of my favorite blogs,
An Entirely Other Day:“So there’s this over-weight 45-year-old woman
standing in line at Rite-Aid. She’s wearing
leopard-skin tights, and waiting to buy a
twelve-pack of beer and one of those backyard
Tiki torches.And people say Americans aren’t subtle.”
9:13 a.m.
This site is crack in a little HTML vial. Hot or Not uploads photos of people and asks you to rate their looks on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m inexplicably mezmerized. With each click my brain gets heavier and duller until it takes me half an hour just to realize that I need to pee. Just…one…more…,…just…two..more.
Anyway, try it once. All the cool kids are doing it. You can stop whenever you want.
10:19 a.m.
Since The Bridges of Madison County, I’m dubious when people say, “You haveto read this book. ” But I finally read The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing and it rocked. The first book I’ve read in recent memory with a heroine who was funny and wasn’t punished for it:
“No wonder I’m single,” she says to the mirror. “Even I don’t want to go to bed with these thighs.”
I say getting married isn’t like winning the Miss America Pageant; it doesn’t all come down to the bathing suit competition.
“What do you think it comes down to?” she says.
I say, “Baton twirling.”
4:56 p.m.
Mighty Girl 