antipeptide sings

I've found today to be wonderfully pleasant in numerous ways.  Even amidst the stress of an impending move to a new state and new place, I reassured myself today that these things are well within my ability to complete and succeed at. It's not a feeling I've been able to enjoy for a long time, and the saboteur in me wonders how fleeting this sensation is, but such sounds are a dull hum compared to the borderline unbridled happiness I otherwise feel.  (A stock image of the White River) Amy's parents came up this weekend, when I got off work at the Co-Op this Saturday evening they were home, and my folks and I played the part of host and we had a meal, chatted pleasantly and the like.  To my glorious surprise, John went out of his way to mention things he's read in the New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander, a book I recently finished this past spring.  He cited some excellent points, and proved my faith in him (which didn't need proving) and in his entire generation ...

Change has been on my mind lately Having finished One Hundred Years of Solitude, I can't help but seek patterns where time behaves cyclically. I think about the seasons, how since February this year this new place and environment has changed so much in these months. Clouds, even now, are coming and going without any sense of direction or purpose that I can know. I'm thinking also about nostalgia and how in the face of impermanence, some things from the past seem to be unchanged, eternal even, although maybe that's just cherry picking the unchanged aspects of changing things. The book might point out this exact duality to me and that's why I'm thinking about it so much.  As I reopened this website today to start a blog, something I've been meaning to do for some time now, I found I had actually already done this 8 years ago.  Like finding your old iPod touch notes app intact with the scrawlings of your young self, Blogger faithfully preserved 3 short and illumina...