the most abject treachery

"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery."
Virginia Woolf

it's her birthday, today.

and the sun is out, if only for a few hours. I've swept and vacuumed and wiped things down and opened the one window that opens in this house. I love it grey and cold, but it does get stuffy in here.

rebel yell

Liam, just now:
coleen, don't trust PBS kids! don't read to your child fifteen minutes a day. read to your child whenever you want, for however long you want, whatever you want to do! don't trust that thing!

what's good

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Originally uploaded by khollean.

remember that lou reed song? from a wim wenders soundtrack, early 90s...
anyway. this, my new mug, a winter solstice gift from Nash, is one thing that's good.

sad stunned sick

Helen Hill was shot and killed in her home yesterday morning.
details from a news story

I only barely knew her, was excited and happy to be getting to know her and her family. Helen touched a lot of lives; I am just one of the shocked and crushed here.