Feb. 2nd, 2006

some items from the latest 'Community Events' e-mail )



It's warm and puffy and silkspread outside. I watched some sun advance, some ice receed, followed some geese, held a plant, listened to various honks, squawks, and chitters, and generally tasted a time. The sands were sated; stones look bright and covetful when they're underwater and underĂ¯ce and underwater again. (such precision. I let them lie.) Groggy greenwhiskers rise gradually from birthmud, suckling sunlight like piglets. Snow might make them sleep again.

Air feels clear-- not as scrubbed and presentful, but as well-crystalled, wordless, and subtle. such a season this tries to be, but my brain is a roiling lampshade. these red-taped senses strive against experience; they have to be softened and allowed to bloom, lest the blind bee sting the very root of its nourishment.

[Language of the Week]-day is today in [Introduction to Germanic Linguistics]. I'm excited ^^;.

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