Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Walk On

This evening I put on my running shoes and walked for an hour and a little over three miles. I smiled the whole way.

I think that, if all goes well, I can start adding in a little jogging in a week or ten days' time.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Buy my Cube!

Time to say good-bye to an old friend. If you're in the DC area, or you are willing to pay for packing & shipping, and you're interested ~ let me know!

My Cube and all its appurtenances are for sale on Craigslist.

[Update: Sold! You snooze, you lose!]

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Friday, September 16, 2005

Two Unrelated Facts

1. I am drunk.

2. Earlier this evening I placed 5th in an internet Texas Hold'em tournament. Fifth out of more than 400. I came back after being down to $238 in play chips to a peak of over $125,000. I am a Texas Hold'em goddess. I won $25 in real money which I can never claim because you have to play with real money to get it. Which would be a very bad idea for me.

Thank you, that is all.

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Thursday, September 15, 2005

The Road Back

This evening I put on my running shoes and went for a 25 minute walk.

It's a start.

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Monday, September 05, 2005

Another Relaxing Getaway

Lake Anna, VA

...courtesy of Abbie's generous and tolerant Mom and Step-Dad. A gaggle of us descended on Lake Anna, where we ate, played dominos, and yakked. Another totally no-stress experience.

Thanks, Abbie!

More pictures here.

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Friday, September 02, 2005

What, then, must be done?

I've seen a lot of anger in blogs about Katrina. I think a lot of it stems from frustration and feelings of powerlessness.

"Why won't/didn't they listen?" (Insert the they of your choice.)

It is horrible to witness things getting a whole lot worse for many, many hundreds of thousands of people. All at once. And to realize that there's little we can do about it.

A century ago, we would have read about it a week later in a newspaper (depending on where we lived). Two centuries ago, we would have read about it in a broadside, a month or two later, if we could read. A thousand years ago, we might never have heard about it, except as a rumor about an exotic land. Three thousand years ago, it would have been the subject of myth: the drowned city.

We know more than we know what to do with.

I had a long chat with Amy. What are we do with our strong feelings in response to this, or any overwhelming perception of human suffering?

It seem to me we must feel what we feel, acknowledge it and ~ perhaps ~ express it. And then, and this is the hard part, we must either do something motivated by those feelings or we must let them go. Or both. To marinate in anger, sorrow, rage, resentment, outrage, despair, or pity is to contribute exactly: nothing.

It does not make us better people. It does not make the world a better place.

Pray for the stricken, write your congressman, make a donation, volunteer your time, take in a refugee, give away all your possessions and serve the poor. Decide what you are actually willing to do with your pain or your anguish or your rage. Then do that and let the rest go.

Easy to say, hard to practice.

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