Still sick, coughing, shivering, sweating, miserable. One good thing has come out of this, though. I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and there’s one thing I know I can (and should) do to make things better. I am quitting my terrible smoking habit. Potential embarrassment and shame about failure will be a further incentive, so I’m announcing here there and everywhere. I’ve got a quit date – next Wednesday April 15th. I took my first Chantix pill…
Just when I had loads and loads to blog about, I got knocked down by oak pollen. I just knew those trees were hostile. There is too far too much to tell, so here’s just a very quick summary. Equinox Weekend – Inconsolably depressed, and for no good, acceptable (rational) reason. Spiraling outside my will. Surrounded by a wall. Falling down a well. But then… the thunder quieted a little and – between the soundcracks of the whirlwind – I…
Some excitement. Hailstones! Look at these! I rushed out and made room to shelter one of the cars in the garage. That was something else! I never knew I could move all that stuff so fast! Tornado Warning until 6:30 pm EST Wednesday A tornado has been sighted or indicated by radar in your area – seek shelter immediately! Oops! Better run!
Photos of my tangible Valentine’s Day presents! John gave me a dozen roses – golden roses with a tinge of peach at the edge. Very pretty, don’t you think? Ben made a special Valentine out of an essay that he wrote at school. So sweet! In case you can’t read it: Someone I admire by Ben I love my mom so much. She loves and supports me. I love hugging and kissing her. She makes me full of happiness. I…
I have been seriously remiss in my intellectual (and wifely) support! I haven’t even urged you to buy, read, and comment on hubby’s book – The Allure of Machinic Life: Cybernetics, Artificial Life, and the New AI (Bradford Books, MIT Press)! Preview The Allure of Machinic Life at Google Books. I’m a little annoyed about the title, since I preferred “The Lure of Machinic Life” to “The Allure of Machinic Life.” However, the absolutely wonderful bit on me me me…
I received another of these heartbreaking letters from a former Jehovah’s Witness today. This one has a couple of themes that appear in so many of the letters that I get that I thought it was worth posting once again. A few of the details have been altered to protect the privacy of the writer. Hi. I left the “truth” in 19xx. I was baptized, but eventually got out of an abusive relationship and a religion that told me that…