Category: Random
Me talkin to myself
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I don’t know why my brain trips me up with inertia. I want to do a thing; I know it’s a good useful thing to do. But I don’t wanna. Not right now. Didn’t want to go dance this morning. Don’t know why. Went anyway. And it was great, of course. Exactly what I needed.…
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Yesterday, with the hubris of someone who conceives a grand plan without considering what a pain in the butt it will be to accomplish, I announced I would try reading a French detective novel in French as a way to improve my very sketchy language skills. Here’s what that looks like. The paragraph below is…
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Woke up thinking about British novelist Wilkie Collins, and his fine 1860s-era detective novel The Moonstone, which I’ve read a few times. There’s a delightful side character in the book who finds solace and wisdom for daily life in rereading the novel Robinson Crusoe (published in 1719). I couldn’t remember where The Moonstone lived in…
Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now 