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Jul. 17th, 2002 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravencallscrowsBack from weekly coffee, and i'll be brief for once, mainly because i'm tired and have to deal with work again tomorrow.
The day dawned soft and grey as the underfeathers of a mourning dove, but, unfortunately, didn't stay that way too long. By noon the sun had burned off the clouds and it got hot. At six o'clock, it was still above eighty degrees. Fortunately, as the sun goes down, it cools off.
Some interesting conversations with they usual suspects- i'll mention them in chronological order of encountering them (well, the ones who are LJified, anyway)-Alan, Heather, Mike, Sarah (sarmonster), Victoria, Jason, Phil (who is becoming much less like the mist), Amber, Ivy, Sarah (mediavore), Julie and Martyn. Any night which features conversations running from Tisha b'Av to the Principia Discordia and to watching a majestic sunrise in a wheatfield while drinking merlot somewhere in Idaho is a truly wonderous thing. For those of you who weren't there, these were three separate conversations each with its own cast of participants
Seems like an inordinate number of people are going through some sort of tsuris presently, mostly emotional, largely centred around relationships. I've been listening to the Seven Nations album Big Dog for the last few days, and the chorus of oneof the songs on it seems fitting as a message to you all:
Our day will come...
To break these chains
And fly away...."
I think i'm going to share another piece of my poetry with you all shortly- probably "Sculpted." Consider yourselves warned.
The day dawned soft and grey as the underfeathers of a mourning dove, but, unfortunately, didn't stay that way too long. By noon the sun had burned off the clouds and it got hot. At six o'clock, it was still above eighty degrees. Fortunately, as the sun goes down, it cools off.
Some interesting conversations with they usual suspects- i'll mention them in chronological order of encountering them (well, the ones who are LJified, anyway)-Alan, Heather, Mike, Sarah (sarmonster), Victoria, Jason, Phil (who is becoming much less like the mist), Amber, Ivy, Sarah (mediavore), Julie and Martyn. Any night which features conversations running from Tisha b'Av to the Principia Discordia and to watching a majestic sunrise in a wheatfield while drinking merlot somewhere in Idaho is a truly wonderous thing. For those of you who weren't there, these were three separate conversations each with its own cast of participants
Seems like an inordinate number of people are going through some sort of tsuris presently, mostly emotional, largely centred around relationships. I've been listening to the Seven Nations album Big Dog for the last few days, and the chorus of oneof the songs on it seems fitting as a message to you all:
Our day will come...
To break these chains
And fly away...."
I think i'm going to share another piece of my poetry with you all shortly- probably "Sculpted." Consider yourselves warned.
