laugardagur, nóvember 19, 2011


The forecast: cloudy, and for once it is correct. I find the trick is not to look out the window.

föstudagur, nóvember 18, 2011


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





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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