Lemon-Scented Bivouac  


Fatherly and, eventually, teacherly blather. Also: graphic design, baseball, synthetic fabrics, jug band music and, lord help us, the occasional politics.


Friday, January 16, 2004  

 
Just found, on this page, a fine sentence for starting a novel of your choosing. Adapt at will; just thank me sometime:

While she was working on the painting, the wind became so strong that it blew the painting into a crevice 100 feet deep.

  posted by Andy @ 8:53 AM §


Wednesday, January 14, 2004  

 
34 today. If I haven't yet come to feel like an adult -- and I haven't really -- it may not happen. Just to make everything easier, I assume that no one else really feels like an adult either; they're just not telling anyone.

I don't really think that's true -- I know some extremely controlled people with day planners who have clearly put childish things very far from their minds. I don't actually take any particular pride in not being one of those people. I just don't understand them very well. I still feel basically wiggly and unpolished. But sometimes I notice: damn, that's an adult face in the mirror.

  posted by Andy @ 10:00 PM §

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