Got an email yesterday from typepad telling me they tried to renew my year subscription for their service but the credit card I had been using had expired, give them the new numbers or my right to post will be suspended in a week - they won't delete content, though my ability to add new content is contingent on my renewing.
Meaning it's been almost a year since I migrated here from there. Jesusfuck, look at that gahfulness. Much better here, yes? for the updating blogrolls alone - lordy, not needing to ping you to see if you'd posted must have cost some of you five pings a day. That's it for the bleggalgazing: I enjoy blogging, I've come to peace on why I blog, the good reasons, the selfish reasons, the bozo reasons, come to peace with the how and embraced the what the fuck: you read or you don't, it's all cool. Thanks for the Kind. If you're Kinding me and me not you, please let me know.
- No reason. None at all.
- Bad busy at work, good busy in real life, short list o'links today.
- Notes towards a future of not slaughtering each other.
- To do.
- Dicks versus not-dicks.
- Two pwoggles debate Occupy.
- A commie-music and food blog.
- Silliman's astonishingly generous lit-links.
- Tomas Tranströmer wins Nobel. Some poems.
- I'm 52 - I wonder, if I live another thirty years, whether an American will ever win. This is not a complaint.
- Well-deserved.
- Mining the digital motherlode.
- Jack Orion.
- Needle of death.
THE WAKING
Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
