Dinner with the gang on Sunday. 
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lust, sloth, gluttony *sigh* it's all here - laid as bare as a chick in a Kubrick flick
About Me
- thefabulousmrthing
- The most likely much too detailed look at the life of a second-class citizen twice over. As a gay man who is single again at 40+ in the South, I'm working on accepting things as they are and finding the joy in them when I can. I am blessed with good friends, pretty good health, a job that sustains me, and two cats who enjoy my servitude. I'm kinky, decently read, and a hypo-glycemic pescetarian who is pretty opinionated. Between the large cast of characters and my perhaps unfortunate propensity to navel-gaze, there is usually something going on.
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- A post in which I come back from the mountains
- A post in which I get a Man Chair
- A post in which there is much to do
- A post in which things get a little back to normal
- A post in which it is back to work
- A post in which I scare dana
- A post in which it was another snow day
- A post in which there is much snow
- A post in which it is time for the last of the par...
- A post in which it is the bear holiday party*
- A post in which I apologize
- A post in which I begin paying for my vacation
- A post in which it is the last day of vacation :(
- A post in which it is time for a trip to Spartanburg
- A post in which it is a new year
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Favored Quotes:
"There are no stupid questions, but there are lots of inquisitive idiots." forwarded to me via email from a co-worker
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
"Some people are like Slinkys. They're really good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs." from a really great Bear411 profile
"Friendship is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth." From an email I got from my friend Park
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?" Kahlil Gibran
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." Helen Keller
"Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you are angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." William Saroyan
"Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom at all, because the mind is never new, fresh, innocent." Krishnamurti
"Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive. Jump into the experience while you are alive! What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death. If you don't break your ropes while you are alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?" Kabir
"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society." Krishamurti
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." Buddha
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Sure do miss your blog!
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