I’d hoped to avoid more rootlessness but I’d rather have us move a few more times and hope like hell it doesn’t put a kink in D’s soul than stay and have his already strange mother turn into a lush who treats salt granules like  Neal Stephenson’s cookiecutters.

At least I love my job. I get to do research and then tell people how amazing being online can be and what a difference it can make if you just use it right. So a combination of reading, learning and then writing. There is nothing better…you want a title? Web consultant**. Makes me sound like a real prat innit :)

1. Word of the day: saltpetre (sounds like a saint but is actually either plant food or explosives…oh English you darling)

2. Insight of the day: Thinking that you made your point and actually making your point is not even in the same hemisphere of meaning>.<

3. State of the pool: The fountain in the Atonement summer scene.

4. Random thought: **What happened in our lives that some words make you nervously pat your wallet while blanching?

5. Awesomest lines: Contemporary of Sylvia (of whom she was jealous and with good reason) Elizabeth Bishop. I first found her in the Ted Hughes & Seamus Heany’s mindblowingly excellent anthology The Rattle Bag.

From her Poem Chemin de Fer

“Love should be put into action!”
screamed the old hermit.
Across the pond an echo
tried and tried to confirm it.

6. Scripture lines: Ephesians 1 (New American Standard Bible)

⁷In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace ⁸which He lavished on us. In all wisdom and insight⁹He made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His kind intention which He purposed in Him¹⁰with a view to an administration suitable to the fullness of the times, that is, the summing up of all things in Christ, things in the heavens and things on the earth. In Him¹¹also we have obtained an inheritance, having been ^(AE)predestined according to His purpose who works all things after the counsel of His will,¹²to the end that we who were the first to hope in ^[c]Christ would be ^(AH)to the praise of His glory.

*Passive aggressive communication in my family boils down to muttered asides and terse sentences which puts something innocuous like “pass the salt” on par with “die motherbitches”…nooo thank you.

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