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flax-golden tales: the oracle tower
the oracle tower The oracle tower sits in an otherwise empty field, a looming monolith of wood and metal and whatever else oracle towers are made from. It doesn’t move unless it’s being consulted,
miscellany
unplugging, sort of
I’m taking this week off from the internet. Mostly. I’ll be checking my e-mail but that’s about it. Originally I’d intended to do this in order to cocoon myself into the Revisionland Hotel and
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flax-golden tales: perpetual teatime
perpetual teatime My grandmother is a bit on the eccentric side. My father always says it’s because she has too much money, but he gets weird about money things so I’m not really sure
writing
on not writing
I have been trying to write all day and failing. First I was trying to write in the ever-ongoing Revisionland Scrivener Document of Doom, but I have been looking at the same gap between
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flax-golden tales: sentinels
sentinels At first there were complaints about the noise. Not that anyone knows what the noise is, precisely, even though it is rather loud. Whatever it is inside the building, echoing and humming and
miscellany
{cancer horoscope for week of february 18, 2010}
Once again, Rob Brezsny makes me feel better about my life: “Jane Austen was the spinster daughter of a clergyman who led an uneventful life,” wrote Geoffrey Wheatcroft in The Guardian. “She just happened