I dreamt of being love. I dreamt that we were standing in each other. Your left hand fitted perfectly in the knuckle duster handle of my hips and your right encompassed my back,  your fingers crossed the meniscus of my skull and fused with my brain. My hands enclosed your spinal column, nerve filaments spliced and endlessly replicating. We shared ribs, a heart and lungs. We/I breathed love.

…This either means that I have a pretty graphically anatomic view of love or, that I am a narcissist par excellence >.<.

1. Word of the day: inexorable

2. **Insight of the day: Why is it that being soaked in the maybe of something is more delicious than the reality of it?

3. State of the pool: Still clarity with the odd ripple of reflection.

4. Random thought: Almost all compliments I receive have a modifier attached to it: “sexy bitch”, “dark angel” not to mention getting Poison dedicated to yours truly a few times to many >.<

5. Awesomest lines:

As much as you can

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.

Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,
taking it around and exposing it so often
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on.

Constantine P Cavafy

*Summertime -  I will always prefer the Billy Holiday version. There is something to be said for a fey soul like that singing a George Gershwin tune.

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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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