“We all have handicaps. The difference is that some of us must reveal ours, while others must conceal theirs, to be treated with mercy.”

— Yahia Lababidi, writer (b. 1973)

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”

— Emily Dickinson, poet (1830-1886)

Dear Internets,

I wish I had time to blog. What’s new with you? Later, gator.

WM

ps don’t forget our PDX meet-up with Lelo in NoPo, Melissa Lion at me meet-up, this Saturday at Ladybug, 10 a.m.

“Be regular and orderly in your life so that you may be violent and original in your work.”

— Gustave Flaubert, novelist (1821-1880)

“Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.”
— St. Augustine (354-430)

“Whatsoever affliction assails me methinks I have the keys of my prison in mine own hand, and no remedy presents itself so soon to my heart as mine own sword.”

— John Donne, “Biathanotos,” 1646

(For my former PSU English prof, Jack Cooper.)

Y’all,

You really do not want to start hurling insults in my neighborhood unless you know what you’re doing. No fighting! Only love! No fighting! Try saying this, instead:

You’re right! Why didn’t I see this all along?

Let’s be careful out there.

Love,

WM

PS — here is who’s in for NAWACOTID. Some bloggers are adapting our weekly holiday to include “no arguing with assclowns in real life, OR on the Internet.” Excellent idea. send me an e-mail or leave a note in comments if you want to be added. Cheers.

Jack Bog
BETSY
Hockey God
Vixen’s in
Zip. My Zip is IN.
Qanzas, all the way from Kansas
Qtpies7!
J. Lynne
Grand Poobah
Melissa Lion
Kevin Allman
TERRY OLSON
Me.

“Sure, you wear nice shoes but you are not the cutest baby in the nursery. I trust you understand the point I am making.”

“A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.”

— W.H. Auden, poet (1907-1973)

“I do not weep at the world — I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

— Zora Neale Hurston

“How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?”

— Plato