tags: T.S. Eliot
2000
August
- 2000 Aug 22
- Weird Shit Floating around in My Mind
I've got to do better than this, at least fifteen minutes a day, maybe.
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December
- 2000 Dec 21
- Sunny California
A pleasant respite. I’ve forgotten about unicorns. Bill Gates can suck my…
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2001
April
- 2001 Apr 1
- Happy New Year
April is the cruelest month. Spring is teasing me. I hate how desolate the Midwest is, although I wouldn’t mind actually living in Chicago. I finally found a Playstation 2. I had a lot of clever things to say, but I can’t get them to come out.
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July
- 2001 Jul 13
- City of Angels
An excursus on American cities.
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2002
February
- 2002 Feb 25
- The Cruelest Month?
“You’ve got to get yourself together. You’ve got stuck in a moment and now you can’t get out of it.”
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November
- 2002 Nov 16
- Wound Check - Post Op Day 1
Recurrent acute mental emesis (another brain barf)
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2003
May
- 2003 May 16
- The Matrix Reloaded — Unreal City (SPOILERS!)
The Prophecy shall be fulfilled. Every city is a manifestation of Unreal City—Babylon, Rome, London, New York, Chicago, L.A., everywhere and nowhere.
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June
- 2003 Jun 19
- This is the Way the World Ends
Happiness continues to elude our hapless hero. Perhaps all I can really hope for is “Shantih, shantih, shantih.”
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2007
April
- 2007 Apr 17
- april is the cruelest month
I worry that my capacity to empathize with sadness and tragedy has been destroyed. Most the time at work, I’m forced to put on a mien of detachment and objectivity. If I took everything bad that happens at work to heart, I’m pretty sure I would’ve quit a long time ago. Or I’d have committed suicide.
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October
- 2007 Oct 3
- active stillness revisited
Oh her blog, S. (not S) posts this quote from T.S. Eliot:
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2010
April
- 2010 Apr 6
- a dearth of creativity
For some reason, I started looking back at my blog posts from exactly 3 years ago and I just realized that somehow, despite working 80 hours weeks which included 30-hour calls every four days and some rather intensely harrowing experiences, I somehow managed to write a lot. I honestly don't know how I did it. Now that I have more free time, I can't seem to put two words together into a coherent thought.
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2014
July
- 2014 Jul 1
- dreaming of morning dew on rose petals
April was the cruelest month
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long buried memories disinterred
like a knife wound to the chest
bittersweetness, chances unfulfilled
time lost to sorrow and despair
and yet there was no chance
time transforms chance to inevitability
all hope is lost
Yet I remain - 2014 Jul 29
- summer waning
The end of days
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of summer waning
(the wheel turns and turns)
hoping for all manner of impossible things
hanging suspended at 30,000 feet in the sky
and chasing the fleeting sunlight