Protected: The saga continues

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History

Battlestar Galactica is seriously, seriously irritating me by (a) killing

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Protected: Memorial

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In Memoriam

We had the memorial service for my mom this weekend.

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Normal?

Returning to RI, via Washington National. It appears that the flight information boards and displays are offline right now, so there’s a teensy bit of chaos here. http://cnn.com says:

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Not feelin’ it.

Man, I was suffused with energy earlier in the week. Sparks flying around my head. Now, I’m just not feelin’ it. I’m in Richmond a few hours prior to amnesiadust‘s arrival, trying to get a couple of small tasks done for work … and it’s just not happening. The brain fog is back, with a . . . → Read More: Not feelin’ it.

Long day

Finished my paper today. It was supposed to be done months ago. We need to learn not to even bother putting me on these long-term paper writing things. Too easy to get sidetracked by day to day “urgent” stuff, and totally let it go from “late” to “humiliating” all the way to the new level . . . → Read More: Long day

Clutch, THEN shift

I’m in a Starbucks today, for the high bandwidth. I’m listening to the BOSE headphones because Starbucks music sorta sucks. Plus, the people here are super friendly … but I don’t want to talk to them … I want to work.

Anyway, “random” on itunes just did the Evil to my brain. I went right . . . → Read More: Clutch, THEN shift

Chimes on the wind

Because of a trick of the wind, I can hear a chord in the air.

For the music geeks, it’s a B, F open fifth, with an occasional third in there. Very hollow. Very distinct.

I thought for a bit that my brother was sitting out at the gazebo, playing the prayer bowl. I . . . → Read More: Chimes on the wind

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Hey, redmeds dad made the papers!

In other news, I’m in VA, settled in for another week of low-fi work, followed by my mom’s memorial service on Friday.

The guitars are strung, the floors are scrubbed, and we’ve got enough food to feed an army.