No one expects the Vortex of Chaos. It's ice on the sidewalk three days before Christmas, the driver who knocks the door off your SUV, the surgery that dims your voice, the cancer treatments that leave your brain muddled for months. But like the accretion ring surrounding a black hole, the Vortex of Chaos is also the neon sign that says you're still in business, that you haven't given up, that you're not willing to take it lying down.
Chaos is Life.
Mittwoch, September 05, 2007
I'm so happy fall is here
Gráinne Hambly & William Jackson, Somerset Harp Festival
Turbo takes a break from knitting OE's stripe vest.
And Trusty and I are off to hit the pavement in the new cooler weather; may it last for six months, at the least.