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13th January 2012: Puget Sound

It wasn’t so much a look of wild surmise when I gazed at the Pacific. Or maybe it was, actually, a genuine one. The Empire Builder was absoloutely on time — I haven’t been on a train more than half

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

1st December 2011: 47 Today

Great birthday so far — Rysmiel¬†and I went out for a very good meal last night at a new place called French Connection Montreal, which I discovered by the simple method of reading their menu while waiting for a bus.

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Writing

9th February 2011: Light

When I got off the bus, sunlight was coming through a gap in the clouds to the west and shining directly up onto a huge bank of clouds to the east. They were great big folded snowclouds, and they were

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22nd November 2010: An old old poem

I cleared my table before my aunt came, so there’s space around the laptop and as I was looking at the new black (not yet named) laptop on the wood I remembered a poem I wrote when I was seventeen.

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Writing

16th Febuary 2010: Jo Walton is — very silly sometimes

I was making a profile for Google Buzz (which I have no idea whether I’ll use or not) and it asked for a bio. I hate writing bios, and it occurred to me since it was Google to see who

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

1st December 2009: 45 Today

I’m awake ridiculously early because I’m excited because it’s my birthday. I thought I was supposed to grow out of that, and I suppose I may, but not yet. AM is here, and we’re going to meet Z for breakfast

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18th November 2009: New coat, also old coat

One day in the autumn of 1996, I bought a five pound bus pass that, in those days, enabled one to take buses all over the north-west. Since Kendal had a shoe factory, it was cheaper to take the bus

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18th August 2008: Epic Denver Trip Report

Nobody knows all of this story but me. Parts of it are common knowledge, and other people know parts of it, but this is the story of a journey I took alone. It’s my story, and yet it isn’t a

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24th July 2008: OMG, it’s full of tea!

So, I think I’m awake enough to post about a funny thing that happened on the way home. I’m not very awake, mind you, but anyway. Bristol airport have unilaterally decreed that nobody is leaving there with more than one

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

23rd July 2007: Rome

So, you want to visit Ancient Rome? You’ll find it’s been invaded by Vandals and Visigoths and Ostrogoths and Renaissances and Baroques and Italians driving vespas, and most recently of all by the tourist hordes. “If you come to the

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