The forecast: cloudy, and for once it is correct. I find the trick is not to look out the window.
laugardagur, nóvember 19, 2011
skín
The forecast: cloudy, and for once it is correct. I find the trick is not to look out the window.
föstudagur, nóvember 18, 2011
uppsláttur
Ever and again trying to wean myself from Wikipedia. I have relapses.
Wiki - rapid. These are not so fast, and my shoulder squeaks when I reach to get one off the high shelf. Not even a shelf, but the top of the bookcase -- nothing between these and the ceiling.
Superior knowledge?
miðvikudagur, nóvember 09, 2011
glipp
fly
by
night.
On the evening rounds, passing young women staring skywards. Is it supposed to be at 6:30? At 9:30? I don't know, I say. I heard I would need a 6-inch mirror on the telescope I don't have to see it. Really? Because of the atmosphere? Because it won't hit the atmosphere, more likely. It won't burn, so there won't give off any light. Oh. How strange!
I move off -- we move off. I feel him rising into a trot next to me. I forgot to fix the blinking red bicycle light to his collar before heading out, and I'm not sure they saw him at all.
by
night.
On the evening rounds, passing young women staring skywards. Is it supposed to be at 6:30? At 9:30? I don't know, I say. I heard I would need a 6-inch mirror on the telescope I don't have to see it. Really? Because of the atmosphere? Because it won't hit the atmosphere, more likely. It won't burn, so there won't give off any light. Oh. How strange!
I move off -- we move off. I feel him rising into a trot next to me. I forgot to fix the blinking red bicycle light to his collar before heading out, and I'm not sure they saw him at all.
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