Oct 27 2005

Too amusing not to share

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Oct 25 2005

in the news

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Oct 20 2005

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lots from the Google archaeology keyword lately:


Scientist has found spider trapped and preserved in amber 20 million years ago.
(Blood! DNA tests! cool!)

Mysterious grave found in Gohar Tepe, Iran

Archaeologists Unearth Bronze Haul

Medieval farm uncovered under Edinburgh hotel (thanks to Cronaca for the link)

Have so much blogging to catch up on – so many things I have in neat little piles, ready to cover. But busy – oy. Work is thirteen flavors of nutz. Brief update: Mother Soprano still recovering in nursing home; Boy pooped in potty (first time – hey, it thrilled me, I’m not saying it has to do much for you); Girl swan dived off of playground equip., complete with resulting drama; iris bulbs still unplanted; working on (Xmas) orders for my knotwork tree tile and am cranking small pitchers out – I think I’ll make a kyusu/yunomi set…yay clay; I haven’t gotten any farther on my paper for Congress than a title, but dude, my WoW char. levels this weekend and I’ll get my mount. suh-weet! (in other words – pathetic as usual. rinse, repeat.)

Oct 14 2005

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Oct 12 2005

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Oct 07 2005

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Oct 07 2005

For it is in giving that we receive

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Tuesday was the feast day of Feast of St. Francis of Assisi. Between the sheer insanity at work, Mother Sporano’s surgery and the need for time and attention there, and life’s usual mishaps and misadventures I planned to, but failed to, post this then. I’ll post it now, there is no day it does not seem appropriate to re-visit it, and despite my heathen-ness it speaks to me.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

Grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand,
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Oct 04 2005

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