Thursday, January 25, 2007

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.

Friday, January 19, 2007

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

december06 050
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.

Friday, January 05, 2007

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.