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Conformity

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes, little, boxes, Little boxes all the same. Pete Seeger (1919 - ) U.S. folksinger and songwriter. Song lyric. "Little Boxes"

River Legacy

I wish it could be this way always. I wish I could stay in the woods. So much has changed. Things have to change, they can't stay the same. The older I grow, the more past I have to haunt me. And when I refuse to grow up in some way or other, the world contrives to make it very unpleasant for me. I wish I could be young on the weekends. I wish I could slip off that shroud of adulthood and be happy. I thought I would escape, but I didn't after all. It's growing colder and colder as I sit. I will walk more.

Happy

I am so happy now. I have a friend, a kindred spirit. Nothing else seems to matter now. Why question the obstacles? Why damn the others? I am happy now, because my friend smiled and spoke to me.

Sunday morning

Last night I configured my Notes wiki, and hopefully soon it will be ready to use. I feel so much calmer than in the previous weeks. I wonder sometimes if it a factor of fatiguing emotions rather than a change in mind. Perhaps the emotions are always rising and falling like a perpetual motion machine and I am just prey to the tides. But now I don't worry so much about escape. I do feel bouts of unreasonable anger sometimes, but I try to say a mantra to myself and let it go. I'm sure I would feel it anywhere I went. I have been reading more of Shelley's letters and a story on Fiction Press I liked very much, " Who Could Ever Learn to Love a Beast ." I read it for hours this morning. I love reading things that reminds me of why I want to write. I don't ever really forget, but sometimes I go off-course.

Knowledge resources

As I seek improvement in my web writing, I am gathering all information possible. I have found a great site that speaks to every aspect of electronic writing that interests me. I have been perusing it this morning and intend to absorb it completely. Ironically I find the design of the site extremely flawed-- information overload. I think it's a bad idea to put so many links and other sources on each page. I much prefer a clean, uncluttered style conducive to the absorption of information-- like Winter Light, hee hee. Lately I have been cataloguing the web for myself. There are many mega-sites that try to catalog the web, but there are so many broken links. The most fascinating one I have found so far is Voice of the Shuttle . I have already discovered dozens of valuable resources there. I'm making my own library of links, specifically interactive fiction links for The Summerhouse as I continue its development. I have felt a lull in creativity for The Summerhouse lately. It

Vintage dress

I'm so excited. I just bought a vintage dress... A great deal, too, and I think I'll be able to wear it to work. I have been trying to wear less black. This is white with black lace overlay. Just like something Lady Hildegarde wore in the first scene of Love's Shadow.

Cripple Creek BBQ

On the way to our destination we stopped in Athens, Texas for lunch. The BBQ was even more excellent as we were starving at the time, and the sauces were capped with fishing bobbers. After this we stopped at the local coffee shop, and I had "Toasted Marshmallow" flavored coffee, which is some of the finest I've ever had. I hope we get a chance to visit a coffee shop today...

William Shelley

" Kiss the blue-eyed darlings for me, and do not let William forget me. " This is the second letter in which Percy has asked Mary to remind his son of his existence. I know only these mentions, and his poem "To William Shelley," but I gather that his ex-wife relinquished only this one to his care, and he tended to devote himself to William. I think every one of Shelley's children died before he did, however, which is to say their life spans were incredibly short considering how short was his. It is very intimate to read these letters and think of the reactions of writer and recipient, to think of this famed writers as attending normal things like travel accomodations and the time of the post, which figures into much of these letters. I have wondered many times if reading this is wrong or immoral. I suppose posthumously-- posthumously, mind you-- I would want every bit of my writing, journal and correspondence out for the world to see. If I didn't I would de

Noble Kinsmen

"I have been reading the "Noble Kinsmen," in which, with the exception of that lovely scene, to which you added so much grace in reading to me, I have been disappointed. The Jailor's Daughter is a poor imitation, and deformed. The whole story wants moral discrimination and modesty. I do not believe Shakspeare wrote a word of it." From Percy in Florence to Mary. I don't know of The Jailor's Daughter. Was it retitled? Disproved as Shakespeare's work? Was Shelley insistent on moral discrimination and modesty? Sorry, I've heard to the contrary.

Florence, to Mrs. Shelley

"We shall travel hence within a few hours, with the speed of the post, since the distance is 190 miles, and we are to do it in three days, besides the half day, which is somewhat more than sixty miles a day." Travel speeds, 1818.

The day is pale again

Just when the days were starting to take on a golden edge, and my soul was transported by the barest suggestion of sunshine, its halcyon light was withdrawn, and the day is pale again. I finished Orphan of the Rhine last night. I wonder how long it really was. It was nearly 2000 e-pages, but I don't know how many "real" pages it was. I am guessing three hundred, though books written in that time tended to be extremely long. I may retry The Mysteries of Udolpho now that I mastered Orphan. I am better used to this extremely descriptive, verbose style. In total, I liked it very much. The sections I liked best were somewhat marred by a repetition of the text. When I realized that whole sections were repeated it made me wonder if others had been deleted, so I may never know if I have the whole story. I liked the Marchese best. He was a perfect hero villain prototype. He conducted dastardly deeds, then literally sickened to death with guilt over them. There are many passages of