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1. for all ya'll feeling blue about the evolution of your love beyond the shivers and shakes of new romance, here's some scientists thinking on it:
http://news.bbc.co.ukk/go/em/fr/-/2/hi/health/4478040.stm
I love the neuroscience of love. it's my favorite of all the neurosciences except maybe that of memory, but then, the two are hardly extricable. I'm reading Love in the Time of Cholera just now, and it's funny to read the drama of love and then the chemistry of it, and realize that they are equally lovely in their own ways, and that they nod to each other but that neither constitute the whole beauty of the thing. or else, as this article points to a bit, the less beautiful, less overwhelming, lukewarmer bellies of love. there's a place for those too, in marquez and in the brain.
2. for all ya'll nagging me for a photographic image of my new haircut, here is me with my new hairs in a coffee place in chicago trying to dissuade the camera with my eyes from the picture snapping:
3. just now I'm going to get a big trash bag and collect a bagful of clothes and go sell them for the dough. I think it'll be good and cleansing. plus, at the moment my closet looks like it's masticating an overabundance of cloth, and I'd like to give it something more manageable to hold.
4. speaking of dreams (which I did), I dreamt sunday night that I had to rebuild the entire world. I looked out at a white space, and I chanted things, and suddenly there were shallow pools of water, and perfectly round continents, and I had put them there. this reminds me of my gills dream, in that there's a sense of construction after devestation. really, these are the hopeful things of my subconscious, or unconscious, or both. it makes me want to write a poem of hands.
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See? It turned out as pretty as you.
(I wish I had dreams like that, that sounds wonderful. I should probably work on sleeping first.)
must have been a trick of the camera, eh? or else a very talented photographer. ;-)
and yes, it was a good dream, and somewhat prophetic too... not the round continents, but the sense of construction, and the deep contentedness that comes from that. I will send you my dreams in a package, if you want. it will be wrapped with bows.
Please? It's my birthday on the 13th, so that's a good excuse.
Plus it's 5:57 and I'm awake. I did sleep from about 10:30-5 though (even though I had to rudely cut a quasi-date short, medication, argh!). So that is something. I'm not sure I'm dreaming though, which is odd for me.
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