Category: <span>Fayetteville</span>

“Adversity is the first path to truth.”

~Byron I think I’m about to hit the library again and pick up some Romantics. It’s time to revisit them and other Victorian writing. I disliked many of the Victorians in graduate school, which was rather heretical. I spent my time either with Chaucer or Shakespeare or in later ages …

Velvet and Denim

I’ll never understand how they do it. There’s a way they all kind of look. Their hair a certain set of styles. Their jeans a certain type–not too wide, not too low, not too tight. They don’t have ragged cuticles and probably get their nails done weekly. They have bodies …

The House on Haunted Hill 2007

Our Halloween decorations for this year. Please to ignore the date on the pictures, that should be 10/30 or 11/03 or something. I’m not taking pictures in the future of decorations already taken down. “The Guy,” as the Bean calls him, lit by green and hanging dead and ghoulish in …

Ether Friends

I’ve had a lot of feelings about the internet over the years. Excitement when I first got on in the mid 80s. A thrill that what I’d done on my Commodore 64 had turned into something that connected the entire world. The internet was utterly text based when I started …

Christ of the Ozarks

Argh. I’ve spent the last um, two hours trying to find out how to embed a flickr slide show in this wordpress blog. No dice. So, I’ll post a picture here and and you can go look at the others here: Eureka Springs Trip It wasn’t an easy trip, since …

The first day of the rest of my month

I suppose it would be utterly lame to sign up for the and not post something on the very first day. We’re babysitting my niece, who is a lovely girl of seven. Emily is excited at her “very second sleepover.” We all stayed home to recover from our now becoming …

At different times a hollow space: A vague story told in Soundtracks

At different times a hollow space: A vague story told in Soundtracks A recent experience has caused me to contemplate the hollow space that must be within everyone but the most simple of us. Smaller at some times than others. More obvious at times and at times more painful. In …

“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us” ~Oscar Wilde

Well the entries are getting closer together. The goal for next week is another entry. Or I may have three this weekend and the dam will have broken (I wrote that ‘damn’ which is indicative of my feelings without structured creativity). This actually occurred on my way out of the …

pendulum swing

Sometimes I don’t like being a libra. There’s an easy hook to hang this whole thing on, when it’s probably not the stars, just my personality. And growing pains. We’ve gone from near isolation to whirlwind. I’m really grateful and happy to be a part of things but I”m feeling …