I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, November 29, 2010

Twofer Monday

Still suffering a little, but at work. Because I'm that way. So a short link post today.

Jim takes on the new revisionist history surrounding Thanksgiving. Also, let's point out this year was the first year I've heard about "The War on Thanksgiving" (it's a religious holiday, after all, don'tcha know, why have we taken God out of it?).

Mer is traveling around Europe on "research" for her novels. So is Camille. Damn, I've gotta get in the writing business. It sounds like a hoot.

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