I thought I should let you all know that yes, I am still alive, and doing well.
It's just been a crazy few months. My mom's been sick, my grandfather died, my aunt is a sociopath. I've moved, I was going to lose my job, then I didn't lose my job. I have a girlfriend and a dog. I'm getting new furniture.
All in all, things are pretty good. There's some craziness to deal with, but I'm dealing.
And I'm really going to try to be a better SG community member. Maybe I'll even go back to CE.
It's just been a crazy few months. My mom's been sick, my grandfather died, my aunt is a sociopath. I've moved, I was going to lose my job, then I didn't lose my job. I have a girlfriend and a dog. I'm getting new furniture.
All in all, things are pretty good. There's some craziness to deal with, but I'm dealing.
And I'm really going to try to be a better SG community member. Maybe I'll even go back to CE.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— "High Flight," John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Update: Don't worry, everyone; I'm not depressed or anything. The poem is for NASA's Day of Remembrance.
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— "High Flight," John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Update: Don't worry, everyone; I'm not depressed or anything. The poem is for NASA's Day of Remembrance.
I may have just eaten the second best pickles ever. The best were my grandmother's Virginia chunks. But Gedney's Norwegian Dills are definitely delicious. Hot and sweet and...well, the flavor is complex. And they have a kick. They also won a blue ribbon at the MN State Fair.
In 1997. How have I never had these before? How have I gone all this time without them?
In 1997. How have I never had these before? How have I gone all this time without them?
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