Godel - 10:52 p.m. , 2009-03-22 awake - 8:31 p.m. , 2008-08-20 Auspicious Omens - 3:06 p.m. , 2007-07-19 the never - 12:03 p.m. , 2007-07-18 vbs - 855788 , dfbhhj i have lived a day. i didn't think i was going to get out of bed, but i did. when the baby laid down for a nap, i curled up in the office with my copy of Proust. couldn't read it. couldn't do anything. time scraped by like a glacier. all i could do was pray to a god who i don't feel... like shouting into an open room. but i did stuff. went to park and nick flew his kite. that was good to see the kite in the air. hunter played on the equipment and got to Do things with the big people. i talked to my neighbor and the kids played some more. then we went home for pizza. there. i didn't do too bad. it was something. maybe tomorrow i'll drag my head out and go to the beach what sort of semblance of order is my life taking on? what am i shaping with my hands? deterioration? worry? doom? disorder? it would appear. where is the forward movement FROM ME! What is it that I WANT. what's inside that hasn't come out? what's inside that i don't need anymore? what am i afraid of? what do i hope for? what is stopping me? amen
amen
Main Entry: plas�tic�i�ty
Pronunciation: pla-'sti-s&-tE
Function: noun
Date: circa 1783
1 : the quality or state of being plastic; especially : capacity for being molded or altered
2 : the ability to retain a shape attained by pressure deformation
3 : the capacity of organisms with the same genotype to vary in developmental pattern, in phenotype, or in behavior according to varying environmental conditions
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wicked old stuff