thoughts thought on a Sunday, in no particular order

[dchenes]

Have Me, by Carl Sandburg

Have me in the blue and the sun.
Have me on the open sea and the mountains.

When I go into the grass of the sea floor, I will go alone.
This is where I came from -- the chlorine and the salt are blood and bones.
It is here the nostrils rush air to the lungs. It is here oxygen clamors to be let in.
And here in the root grass of the sea floor I will go alone.

Love goes far. Here love ends.
Have me in the blue and the sun.


That's what I mean when I say I miss the ocean. Which is why I was not meant to live in Ohio.


I wanted to get all sorts of things done today, and so far I haven't. I've got case study work and CLD work to do. Last night I went looking for parallel texts for the CLD stuff, and didn't find any exact parallels and damn few remotely close parallels. I hate that, because it's very hard to prove usage that way. So far this semester I've had a miserable time with CLD parallel texts, but I seem to be getting away with it. I wonder why?

I've probably got enough good high-octane coffee left for two more weekends, and then I'll be out of coffee entirely. I've taken to drinking high-octane coffee, but only on weekends, when it's a choice rather than a necessity. I don't know why that makes such a difference to me, but it does. My brain is a rather odd place sometimes.