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Extracted by ankakay on 05 Mar 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 12:23 am under the aegis of: contemplation, life, introspection, outrospection, sleep-deprivation, sunday, epiphany of sorts, rehash and smash, write it, think, all the postFAVES, all stops, Liz Strauss, happy happy, writer of the day, women in blog, women in prose, therapies, art in form, makes everything better, and how, quality by design, humbled, Grace, inspiration, art in content AND form, shout-out, true problogging, theory, theories mine, philosophy, hope for the internet, state of the nation
It is posts such as these which truly humble me and give me that kind of “there’s hope for the Internet yet… ” sense…
True quality by design…
Kudos, kudos, kudos…
(About Chris Cree)
(About Liz Strauss)
(Journey started here.)
Yup. If I could, I’d wire music into my brain permanently.
I adore the little thing. It’s my first mp3 player. I had been holding out for economics, etc. to take their course and then cash in on something ‘way cooler and cheaper’ down the line, and worrying about how to fit all […]
Extracted by admin on 19 Feb 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 5:15 am under the aegis of: aging, images, pics, discovery, sleep-deprivation, sunday, universe, supernova, nasa, science, cosmology
She’s a hot one. Chandra captures Tommy- I mean, Cas A, November 2006. From x-ray photographs, they discovered Cassiopeia A (”Cas A”) to be quite the ‘relativistic pinball machine’. From a novel map of the rate of acceleration of cosmic ray electrons in this fledgling supernova comes persuasive evidence that […]
Extracted by admin on 11 Dec 2006 at the ridiculous hour of 1:46 am under the aegis of: life, introspection, outrospection, epiphany, pathology, lining the border, anxious avoidant, schizotypal, self-forgiveness, sleep-deprivation, sunday
… we all have them? naïve to think not?
turning around to face them, feigning escape from them (individually, or the whole lot of them), year after year. confessing transgressions (real, not-so-real, complete bullshit) before, now, to come - maybe it (that gd song) will get out of my head if I breathe, er, textual life […]
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