September 2002

Grey Hill notes. The title is “The Things You Do Are Magic,” but that’s just too damn long to write out all the time in your brain, let alone paper. Ramble, ramble, ramble. A little sketchy history: South Dakota used to have lots of country schools. The government (I’m not sure what branch or branches) […]

Reviews. I’m behind the times. Sue me. Monsters, Inc., Brotherhood III, The Wrath of Khan, and just to be insightfully perverse, a rambly pambly about Steven R. Donaldson. Monsters, Inc. I was so ready not to like this movie. I don’t know why. And I haven’t been in a mood to watch movies lately. But

Ha! On the one hand, this is a no-brainer; on the other it’s very cool. I sent one of my younger sisters home with A Swiftly Tilting Planet, by Madeleine L’Engle, over the fourth of July weekend. This is the sister that says little and Never Ever writes email. She wrote me an email saying

Raynews. Cute bebe news is always apprectiated, right? She’s sleeping through the night. In her own bed. Ahhhhhhh. I’m catching up on 10 1/2 months of sleep loss. Uninterrupted sleep. Wow. She’s getting steaily more steady. She can walk on her own and hold your finger for a little support, and she can walk all

09/11. I won’t celebrate Patriot Day tomorrow. I won’t dress up in red, white, and blue. I won’t light candles, I won’t pass on any chain letters. People died; I’ll be mourning. I can’t say I haven’t been a bigot about Islam and Islamic countries in the last year. I can’t say I don’t think

Weaseling around the edges. I’ve mentioned that I’ve been transitioned to a new position at work — to QC, actually. So far, everything’s fine with the people on the floor. My partner and I have been working our butts off to give feedback, do research on questions, even putting out a cute little newsletter so

Dream, 09/04/02. Not in any way true. Disturbing. My brother (just your basic brother, neither one of my real brothers) tells me, “Dad’s been beating Mom.” I go to my parent’s house, not their real house, and go into their bedroom. Mom’s moving out, but nobody’s told me about it. Everything of hers is in

Editing(Warning: Language) (Warning: this is an ongoing draft of something it’ll probably take the rest of my life or a book contract to complete.) (For Joe) So you just finished descing your new character, typing your resume, or hammering out your latest essay for that #$@# required English class. You’re convinced it’s crap, but there’s

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Dream, 09/02/02 I met some people somewhere, three women and a man I thought very attractive. His hair was silk-soft. I sat next to him and played with it. It was a shopping center? A business complex? On waking, the closest thing I can compare it to is some of the indoor areas in Minneapolis,