photos I did not take
Last night the moon slipped slate-blue behind silver clouds, and although I could see it from the overstuffed leather recliner I did not fumble for a camera. I watched it, and it looked full, though my astigmatism makes me a poor judge of such things. Past midnight, sometime over the weekend, we were sitting with snacks, twin bowls of cereal, savoring the wee hours with no early alarm the next morning. Just outside our bedroom, my cat walked past his cat very, very slowly, and then carefully put her paw out to touch the very tip of his cat’s tail. We lost it; my mouth happened to be full of cereal. I wanted to take a photo of the moment I started thinking of my cat and his cat as our cats, but instead I cleaned the cereal off my face. Someone in the...
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I gave up and ordered a new camera battery charger. The old one must be somewhere, but I have no time before our upcoming trip to Scotland to sort through all of my boxes. Believe me, there will be some serious purging of useless belongings happening when I return. My handy countdown widget tells me that only 23 days remain until our trip. It is so paltry to say that I am excited to see this beloved country, this heart-home of my beloved, and to meet and re-meet friends far away. I am beyond excited. Every time I read a page in a guidebook I start bouncing in my chair and have to put it down. I know that no small part of my excitement stems from a frantic need to be Not-Here for a short time. Living in San Francisco has become exhausting, and because this is such...
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Since I haven’t been around much lately, I’ll point you in the direction of two places you can find me more often: unlibrarian.com, which is my weblog. halstedmbernard.com, which is my nascent professional writing site. Now to the excuses: I stay up much too late, wringing every moment I can out of my non-work time; I have misplaced my camera’s battery charger; I am compiling my application to graduate school; I am fully burned out on the Bay Area and need some serious time away from it; I haven’t had the drive to write about my internal processes lately; I’m still smarting from the greater truths revealed in my last post; Blargle blargle fizzle wot wot. (It’s as good an excuse as any.) Vote. Vote vote vote vote vote....
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