I see you framed through time
I am returned from New York City. I went for the weekend with my parents, my brother, and his fiancée; there should be a post about the trip tomorrow. For now, because I am sleepless, I note only that that the revival of South Pacific was terrific (and we were lucky enough to see the last night of the complete original cast), I need to spend more time at the Museum of Modern Art, and four of my poems seem to have been nominated for the 2009 Rhysling Award: "Autopoiesis" (Lone Star Stories #26), "Cherries in Winter" (Goblin Fruit #8), "Logos" (Lone Star Stories #29), and "The Devourer" (Mythic Delirium #19).
ericmarin,
tithenai and
mer_moon,
time_shark, thank you, all of you. Daylight Savings Time? No love, thank you. Goodnight.

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Thank you!
Did you stop in any of the parks, to see if you could meet a bold squirrel?
. . . No. Should we have?
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Most welcome!
. . . No. Should we have?
Hmm, that depends on how you feel about squirrels jumping onto your knee. This being what happened to me last Wednesday when I was eating lunch in Madison Square. I think there's a post about it on my LJ.
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I didn't know if it was an experience you were recommending.
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Oh, I see. Sorry for misreading you.
I'm... not sure, really. It was interesting, in an odd sort of way, and I reckon if life were an rpg I'd probably get some experience points for it.
I do have to admit that I'm planning to go back with peanuts to see if I can find that squirrel again.