Anyway I feel at times I am talking to a few elect, nothwithstanding the fact that only a few bits and philosophers are on line any one time.
But besides that, sometimes I’m drawn, mixed
between like being drawn to a presence, and actually being drawn like J did/to /of me. But this drawing, or
being drawn is not really too radically, excercibatingly
painful, but so be it.
The scene is great here out in the old out of doors, elevated and fearing the steep descent, but again , it is what it I.
To everyone at ILP: my sincerest apologies, for forgetting what forum the above blogs belonged to. It should have gone to the arts section under creative writing.
Not yet. I am planning to as soon as I can, I am not yet prepared to do so, however, cause I got to go sorrily and trek down slowly I hope, and equally sorrily have to deprive of my presence, at this time but keeping it in mind until.
Who do you think gets summer first, us Northerners or you Southerners? It makes sense to ask this question in terms of time. Time zones sort all that out. But when it comes to the hemispheres, it’s like a chicken and egg scenario. Who had what season first?
If you go by etymological descriptions, ‘north’ is believed to refer to the land of the Norse (Scandinavians) and ‘south’ indicates where the sun was at midday for Europeans - which is towards the equator or south. Correctly, it didn’t mean top or bottom, up or down. Everything is relative; everything is subjective (including this statement). I know that will set the absolutists off but, so be it.
Has anyone else participated in the Nielson Media Rating surveys and diaries? The one I received is for the radio rather than the TV. I no longer listen to any radio and I actually feel bad that I have nothing to contribute to their research. Guess I’ll send it back with every box checked for I did not listen to the radio today.
I’ve had the most wicked cold for the past week, and I’ve been doing pretty much nothing but working and sleeping 10-12 hours a day. It’s getting boring, but fuckin’ hell, I feel like my limbs are full of sand. Bleh and bleh again.