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"To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror;
to learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror."

There are interesting things in the works. I seem to be making a lot of contacts and connections that I need right now, or may be very useful in the future. I've been in stagnation far too long, but...
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"These are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triumphs; a good deed is its own reward; any bad human can be reformed; religious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed...
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"The convoluted wording of legalisms grew up around the necessity to hide from ourselves the violence we intend toward each other. Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. You have done violence to him, consumed his energy. Elaborate euphemisms may conceal your intent to kill, but behind any use...
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"Beyond a critical point within finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finiste space of a planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive."
~Pardot Kynes

I've been...
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Did you know that 'embargo' spelled backwards is 'o grab me'?

Being sick sucks. How am I supposed to really enjoy the weekend if I'm all stuffed up and hot and cold and achy? Whine, moan, bitch, and complain. Okay, I'm done.
Go on about your business.

Well, I'm back from Alaska. I had a wonderful time with my daughter -- they sure grow up fast. Not much else to say right now. Au revoir...

Misgiving Catechism

Poised on this humble
Mountain a gargoyle of
Sanguine ambience

Fervent brand pressed on
Torrid lips this sardonic
Tryst of false rapture

A masquerade of
Chimeric impressions bleed
Empyrean scrim

This nebulous mist
A murky imbroglio
Hangs low in the sky

With libran passion
A sea of cinereal
Effluvium swim

To linger thus in
Melacholy presence or
To the placid grave

I'd like to start off by giving a great big apology to everyone that was expecting me at the SGPDX White Elephant Christmas Party, and to everyone else who missed out on the supreme pleasure of finally meeting me in person. There was a last minute emergency and I couldn't let a good friend down.

I really don't have much else to say right now,...
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If idle hands are the Devil's playground, then I am further from trouble than I prefer to be. I guess I'll have to try harder.

I've been busy making stuff. Friday, I made a black wool kilt. It's not tartan, but I didn't want to screw up some very nice Ancient Hunter, as in Clan Hunter, tartan 13oz. wool from Scotland! For what I...
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....and I was so glad to be back, I kissed the ground.

Well, I made it! I endured three entire days with the family and I'm still alive; for that matter, so are they. Now I just need to come up with a good excuse for why I could not possibly make it down there for X-mas. They want me to spend a week! Not...
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