Now I understand it, but back then, I did not

[sovay]

It is raining outside: drenching, appalling, congratulations-asshole-you-broke-the-planet January rain. There was supposed to be snow on the ground when I woke up, but I all I got when I left the house was raw hammering damp. I came home and made hot chocolate with goat's milk. It was the only reasonable thing to do.

The mail has brought my contributor's copy of Moral Relativism Magazine #3, containing my poem "Di Vayse Pave" ("The White Peacock"). It's a brilliant issue: the theme is "How Not to Be Wrong." There are personal essays and book reviews, praises of error and contemplations of paradox, responsibility, chaos, and the legal definition of death in Judaism; there is a parable of Sedna and Oannes and beautiful chimeric art, Maya Lilja Anderson's "Aminut." There is an epilogue of quotations from Thomas Mann to John Landis. Pick up a copy! And start thinking about the next issue—the reading period for "Divorce, Marriage, and the Sacred" is now open.

Yesterday rushthatspeaks and I found a four-dollar DVD of Werner Herzog's Invincible (2001) in the cheap used bin at Newbury Comics. There was really nothing else there worth buying. This is the sort of thing that happens to us.

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[margavriel.livejournal.com]

Coming home from shitty weather and making warm food or drink is one of the greatest things in life, I think. Reading this post reminds me to be happy that I am among the people fortunate enough to have food and heating-tools at home.

[sovay]

Coming home from shitty weather and making warm food or drink is one of the greatest things in life, I think.

I had planned to eat clementines for a snack, because if you compile the two boxes we have nearly a full one left, but they were cold.