|KHftCEA 2000-06.3 June|
KHftCEA 2000-06.3 June
"That's why we're born, honeygirl," she says. "To learn how to love each other. And it takes all the time we've got. Some folks never get the hang of it."
--Amber Coverdale Sumrall, "Siesta"
After the garden party, the garden.
--Ruth Yarrow, "May"
"Sometimes your shallowness is so thorough, it's almost like depth."
Does frog sperm look like tadpoles?
The final premove move. The clouds were pretty before, lit from below. I was trying to place the movie or book scene that entered my head- something like "this world... I'm going to miss it so!" I realized it might be John Travolta in "Michael".
The plight of man: short lived and headachey.
"If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies."
"This is what the Lord asks of you; only this, to act justly, to love tenderly, and to walk humbly with your God."
"Being 'in a state of nudity' is not an inherently expressive condition."
--Sandra Day O'Connor, in a Surpreme Court ruling upholding a ban on nude dancing
"Mr. Madison, I am from the 21st century!"
"I thought you might not believe me, so I brought PROOF! Try this!" [Pours cup of Sprite]
"Fizzy... sweet... refreshing! [...] Truly the beverage of an idyllic future!"
--Bob and James Madison, "Bob's Adventure Through Time", [Ruben Bolling's Tom the Dancing Bug]
Information wants to be anthropomorphized.
--Golias on slashdot.org
Brought Denali the Cat home last night. We're not rushing with showing her to Murph. Sweet tempered cat.
Keren mentioned this one photography class that was "shoot a roll of film a day." I might try adding something to my life.
Two nights ago I had a mortality attack based on a NYTimes piece on the idea that nanotech might beat aging... man, I'd hate to miss immortality by a few decades. On the other hand, me a few decades from now wouldn't be me. I wrote to humanism, cecil-adams, and sf-written, but they all seem to be more focused on the 'measure of a good life' question I asked with it. But it's harder to come to peace with death when you think that there might be an option; should I be angry with myself for not being a big health nut?
If I were Han Solo, I wouldn't have named my ship the Millennium Falcon, I'd have named it "You have clearance to leave," cause I bet that would get me out of a lot of jams.