oh...just me: January 2005 Archives

It's a bad sign when the semester begins today and I'm already tired!

Actually, the break was a real break until the last week when deadlines got a bit tight. Oh well, so it goes. I'm working (mentally, anyway) on my response to Stephen, but need a chunk of time to write it when I'm not distracted.

Meanwhile, a tidbit on one of the books I actually read for pleasure:

Ruth thinks it is ìHILARIOUS you donít think youíre depressed or have adjustment disorder." ;-) Hey! I usually don't. I think I'm living my life and dealing with the stuff that's happening to me, period. Not something to be pathologized. Just doing grief. But she was persistent in nailing me with any "evidence" I provided that she identified as "depression." "That's what it feels like," she'd say. Ok alright. I know I still am mostly depressed, because when I have those periods of happiness they are in stark contrast to how I usually feel. But I still think the process itself is a basic human life/living one.

I kinda want to download these smiley faces, but the end license user agreement is intense! If i submit anything to them, it becomes their intellectual property. wow. I don't know why I would do that, but if I did....! Their privacy stuff seems good as long as they don't sell the company; if they do, then it looks like the privacy protection goes out the window. ;-(

Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.

History says, Don't hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.

That means someone is hearing
The outcry and birth-cry
Of new life at its term . . . .

[S]he was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of [her] dream too.
-- Lewis Carroll