Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Wednesday Feb. 22, 2006 - Year 3, Day 338 - whole grains
-4C/25F, fresh snow started falling about an hour ago . . big flakes, calm, unmarked path – we left a trail
I got a note overnight from AW advising her mother died about midnight; condolences to AW & SdV & your families . .
for those who asked, the article on how men choose women:
http://thetyee.ca/Life/2006/02/17/MenChoose/
I like the term ‘connective tissue’ . . thank you MP for that one in my vocabulary; it means so much individualized ‘getting it’ between people
it need not be a sizzle-factor, but nice if it is - it’s a virtual hi-five, it’s a ‘just knowing’ sense about someone that has me often saying or doing things I would have long thought too forward, too soon, too direct, too bold
to boldly go . . . .
a grain of sand, the grain in wood, grains of salt, going against the grain – phrases worthy of punctuating prose as we would season delectable tender morsels we eat
we meet people, speak to people, e-mail them, interact with them; each time we do - it changes the world a little tiny teeny weeny bit, like one grain tumbling to the bottom of an egg timer or one grain blowing in the dessert not knowing where it will land
we intrude on each other, less like land & sea forces invading, but more like a fingerprint left on the corner of a building where no one will notice . . obscure to all but those who know
if I’ve been touched, the one who touched me knows too
I’ve connected with some new friends, old friends & ‘never will be friends’ people lately – always a new impression, always a thirst by one party or the other to learn a little more, experience a little more . . to taste a new flavour
direct is good, small impressions are good
curiosity will not rest unsatisfied, we MUST know more, I must know more
a fingerprint impression might only be as big as a grain of sand . . . but what fine grains can be coaxed to the surface with mildly abrasive sand paper
be gritty, rub someone, be their sandpaper [rubbing very gently of course] – amazing how you bring out the grain in them
Mark
I got a note overnight from AW advising her mother died about midnight; condolences to AW & SdV & your families . .
for those who asked, the article on how men choose women:
http://thetyee.ca/Life/2006/02/17/MenChoose/
I like the term ‘connective tissue’ . . thank you MP for that one in my vocabulary; it means so much individualized ‘getting it’ between people
it need not be a sizzle-factor, but nice if it is - it’s a virtual hi-five, it’s a ‘just knowing’ sense about someone that has me often saying or doing things I would have long thought too forward, too soon, too direct, too bold
to boldly go . . . .
a grain of sand, the grain in wood, grains of salt, going against the grain – phrases worthy of punctuating prose as we would season delectable tender morsels we eat
we meet people, speak to people, e-mail them, interact with them; each time we do - it changes the world a little tiny teeny weeny bit, like one grain tumbling to the bottom of an egg timer or one grain blowing in the dessert not knowing where it will land
we intrude on each other, less like land & sea forces invading, but more like a fingerprint left on the corner of a building where no one will notice . . obscure to all but those who know
if I’ve been touched, the one who touched me knows too
I’ve connected with some new friends, old friends & ‘never will be friends’ people lately – always a new impression, always a thirst by one party or the other to learn a little more, experience a little more . . to taste a new flavour
direct is good, small impressions are good
curiosity will not rest unsatisfied, we MUST know more, I must know more
a fingerprint impression might only be as big as a grain of sand . . . but what fine grains can be coaxed to the surface with mildly abrasive sand paper
be gritty, rub someone, be their sandpaper [rubbing very gently of course] – amazing how you bring out the grain in them
Mark
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