Time: 1:40 pm
Place: Library/Office...facing South
Music: Jesus and Mary Chain
Mood: ---------
Just Finished Doing: Calling the ACLU, only to be told I have to write a request in for a case. Yeah, whatever.
Just About to Do: Take a nap
What Was Done Earlier: Yet another resume run to downtown Atlanta
Was it Worthwhile?: Yes, I think so.
What is Pet Doing?: Sleeping, looking really cute. I know better.
What is Significant Other Doing?: Working. Like I should be.
What is Going to be Done Tomorrow?: Washing the cars. Grocery-shopping. Photo field trip. Drawing. A Movie at home on the couch.
What News Item/Political Issue are you enraged about today?: The eleven children found in cages in Ohio. All are special needs children adopted by two crazy people who actually thought it would be best to let the children sleep in three-foot by three-foot cages. How can people do this to children?
What Book Are You Reading?: Native Son.
How do you Like it?: Fair to middling.
What are you peeved about today?: Coffee tasted like sludge this morning.
Who would you like to take this Personal Meme? Anyone who's interested.
Synopsis: My God, I'm dull.
Name: Fritz
Location: Detroit Rock City!
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
