Tonight, lying in the dark with soft music playing in the background and about 15 tiny needles nestling into acupuncture points, the bits and pieces of the day’s conversations wove and rewove themselves in and out of random thoughts.<\/p>\n
\nThat sunset was deeply purple. I don’t remember a deeply purple sunset recently.<\/em><\/p>\n
“Footnotes are at least as rhetorical as they are mechanical.”<\/p>\n
“Silly boy.”<\/p>\n
“I think our goals have been changed out from under us, which is why we’re having trouble seeing them.”<\/p>\n
“This I Believe” would make a great title for a post about copyright policy.
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“Are you sick of me yet?”<\/p>\n“Footnotes are at least as rhetorical as they are mechanical.”<\/p>\n
I can’t believe my long underwear is hot pink.
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“Silly boy.”<\/p>\nI hate it when people play the “you’re getting defensive” card. There’s no response that won’t sound defensive.
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What would a good subtitle be for “This I Believe” … it’d have to include “copyright” or nobody would click through to read the whole post.<\/em><\/p>\n“Are you sick of me yet?” … silly question…<\/p>\n
Tiredness is beginning to feel like a personal failing. Maybe not talking about it will be enough of an attitude shift to make it go away.<\/em><\/p>\n
Or maybe exercising?<\/em><\/p>\n
“I think our goals have been changed out from under us, which is why we’re having trouble seeing them.”<\/p>\n
“Have you eaten lunch?”<\/p>\n
Just a minute ago the patterns in the ceiling looked like a puppy. Now they look like a baby.<\/em><\/p>\n
“We’ll have to watch the weather before deciding for sure.”<\/p>\n
[time spent watching the patterns in the ceiling… watching them shift… watching them blur… blinking… watching them shift again]<\/em><\/p>\n
“Maybe if we came up with sample assignments” … “workshops” … “that could be fun!”<\/p>\n
“Silly boy.”<\/p>\n
I wonder how Jesse’s presentation went. I should call and ask.<\/em><\/p>\n
“rhetorical moves”<\/p>\n
She wore her regular expressions skirt!!<\/em><\/p>\n
“It’s not our collection that we’re extending, at that point, which muddies the waters.”<\/p>\n
“So, it seems that we’re freezing the paper and then heating it, which is causing the jam. We think. At least it’s the best theory we have so far.”<\/p>\n
This would make a really weird blog post. How would I do it, though? It’s hard to write randomness. And what would I title it? … If I write it honestly I should probably disable comments. … I should write it honestly. Mostly.
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“I think our goals have been changed out from under us, which is why we’re having trouble seeing them.”<\/p>\nWhat could we do with these newer goals? … Why am I thinking about work stuff now?? … Do I always rehears my entire day when I get home? … I guess I do, though usually as I’m falling asleep.
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Will I be hungry for dinner? Doubtful.<\/em><\/p>\n“We’ll have to watch the weather before deciding for sure.”<\/p>\n
The baby is back in the ceiling patterns. What happened to the puppy?<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
A knock on the door interrupted the chatter in my head. My treatment was over. And now everything is quieter. The voices from my day have talked themselves out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tonight, lying in the dark with soft music playing in the background and about 15 tiny needles nestling into acupuncture points, the bits and pieces of the day’s conversations wove and rewove themselves in and out of random thoughts. That sunset was deeply purple. I don’t remember a deeply purple sunset recently. “Footnotes are at … Continue reading The voices of my day<\/span>