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Feb. 6th, 2003
Quiet Night
Feb. 6th, 2003 06:00 amA palpable silence has fallen over the forest tonight. No night birds have called, the chorus of frogs has been hushed, no breeze has stroked sighs and whispers from the pines. Even the amorous raccoons have vanished, and the dogs have not barked. The roads have lain dark and empty under the stars, undisturbed by so much as a falling pine cone.
The town, sunk in sleep and unearthly stillness, seems to hold its breath. In all the tree-shadowed miles, only my footsteps hint of life. I walk softly.
The town, sunk in sleep and unearthly stillness, seems to hold its breath. In all the tree-shadowed miles, only my footsteps hint of life. I walk softly.
Reading, in Lieu of Writing, Again
Feb. 6th, 2003 08:04 pmFrom The New Republic, commentary on our moribund space program. It brings up a lot of points I've been wondering about.
Bright sun and cold air today, and wind booming in the chimney. Over the mountains, just the tiniest bit of cloud, suggesting that it might rain again, someday.
Maybe somebody should send Brad some ointment for his burns, or wherever. Well, he brought it on himself, this time. While many paid users are not particularly upset by this, and some are short-sighted enough to be celebrating, I see it as an indication that LJ is becoming ever more likely to slip into parochial irrelevance. An era of limits. Shades of Jerry Brown!
Bright sun and cold air today, and wind booming in the chimney. Over the mountains, just the tiniest bit of cloud, suggesting that it might rain again, someday.
Maybe somebody should send Brad some ointment for his burns, or wherever. Well, he brought it on himself, this time. While many paid users are not particularly upset by this, and some are short-sighted enough to be celebrating, I see it as an indication that LJ is becoming ever more likely to slip into parochial irrelevance. An era of limits. Shades of Jerry Brown!