The smell of hospitals
in winter.
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters,
but no pearls.
--Counting Crows
posted by Douglas at
3:50 PM
Random musings from just this side of ... well, somewhere that you passed in a taxi.
I'm a technology type. I have pointy hair. No, I am not the pointy-haired boss. I work in Hollywood, like Indian food, and am taller than I sound. I am partial to very brightly colored clothing, and think that there's always room for Jello(tm). I care a lot about politics. You might think you know my politics based on my favorite books, and you might be wrong. I grew up in a small town in Arkansas, went to college in Oklahoma, and graduate school at Princeton. Yes, I have a funny accent. My book (Getting Organized in the Google Era) is on sale, as of March, 2010.
4 Comments:
I thought about her today too Douglas. I asked her to watch for mom when she got up there. Mom died 3 weeks ago.Do you know who I am? Jeanne's friend from Indiana, Julie.
By
Anonymous, at 6:43 PM
Yes Jeanne was on my mind also! She was a great friend. She would be very proud of you. One thing no one can take away from us is memories & they are so precious. Please give my love to M & T. I miss them. From Dog Nanny. Auntie Rose
By
Anonymous, at 9:04 PM
You know, I've followed your blog (not consistently but enough...) and often wondered if your blog title was somehow meaningful, you know, more than just a clever title, and I think now, after having followed your blog for well over a year, the title is particularly meaningful/relative to what you've been blogging about more or less, which is surviving the death of someone you loved dearly, and perhaps the struggle to carry on with your life. It makes sense, "the other end of sunset", doesn't it? I wonder if you see the connection. I didn't know your Jeanne and I don't really know you, except what pieces of you I’ve gleamed from reading your blog on occasion, but I know about death and losing people dear to you and then coming out of that grief, or not. I’ve been close to people who would not survive even a year after losing a loved one and I’ve known others who survived many deaths of beloved family and carried on until a very old age. We all die eventually, obviously, and some sooner than others. I think sometimes that making peace with our awareness of this inevitability is ultimately our greatest difficulty in living.
By
Anonymous, at 7:30 PM
True wisdom comes from admitting to yourself that you do not know the answer.
From what I know of you and what I've read on your blog I see a huge change in your perspective over the last 3-5 years. A bit cynical still....of course, but also a bit more forgiving of yourself and reflective and appreciative of the gift of life, not something I would have attributed to you in the past.
Once again your humble servant.
By
Anonymous, at 11:30 AM
Post a Comment
<< Home