poignant porcupines

A troop of porcupines is milling about on a cold winter's day. In order to keep from freezing, the animals move closer together. Just as they are close enough to huddle, however, they start to poke each other with their quills. In order to stop the pain, they spread out, lose the advantage of commingling, and again begin to shiver. This sends them back in search of each other, and the cycle repeats as they struggle to find a comfortable distance between entanglement and freezing.

(Arthur Schopenhauer's fable paraphrased by Deborah Anna Luepnitz in her book "Schopenhauer's Porcupines")

My Day (for Jo)

Woke up in bed with seven horses wearing a clown's outfit. Went to school - my eyes were killing me.

Waits

I've spent tonight downloading music by Tom Waits.

This is a reminder (to me) to remember this lyric:

I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night

listen to this!

http://media.putfile.com/16-Ye-Choirs-Of-New-Jerusalem

40 Finally

Cut me a rose
and make my tea
with the petals

I will miss
Linda Smith