Two Days in a Mien Village. Making a turn toward the main road, we noticed an elderly woman in traditional garb and two young girls sitting in front of a house. A few children were playing in the yard, and it seemed like the ideal time to make conversation. Or older brother, met us on the.

And, lovely Robbie has sent me an entry which, I will post after this one, in which, I apologize for my negligence.

Nerves in Patterns Scattered on a Screen. May you live in interesting times. Wednesday, February 15, 2012. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. My roommate and very good friend with whom I engage in myriad ongoing debates about, among other things, religion, the nature of scientific progress and which of the four seasons is the most devastating in its extreme, sent me this link. Wanting to see my reaction and knowing me to be a notorious Neo-Luddite.

Yesterday, a story on Marketplace. Not to be glum, but referring back to my earlier post, see this New York Times article.

Incomplete Self-Portrait of Us By Michael Mungiello. Then when we fought, fights about food, fights about money, even one time a fight about Monet, we would murmu.