Day 19

When did you pretend not to care? Every day, I pretend not to care. I have tried many ways to express this — I am not male, I am not…

Day 18

Tell me about silence. Silence is what happens when you express your love for yourself. I am happiest when it is silent. That’s when I can breathe, when I can…

Attack of the Hearts

It’s Valentine’s Day. If that’s not a concept you’re familiar with, let’s summarize it for you. The name comes from a Christian saint that nobody really cares about in the…

A Question of Motive

I have received a fairly large amount of odd comments of late on my blog posts. Some of them have been positive, which is always pleasing to see, yet a…

Day 17

Tell me about your mother’s hands. My mother is a musician. I don’t mean she fools around on the piano and sings in the shower. She’s a serious, professionally-trained musician…

The Game’s a Foot

Actually, it may be several of them. I have lately been talking about some of my favorite movies — not so much the ones that I truly love but what…

Day 16

What have you waited a long time for? Summer. Realistically, it always feels like it’s an age away. Sadly, at the moment, I find myself living in England. This is…

Day 15

What was outside your bedroom window? Snow was outside the window. We talk about the extremes of weather that have happened in the world lately and it’s definitely true —…

Pacifism and Pacific Wars

In keeping with my recent trend toward rewatching some of my favorite movies lately, last night’s relaxation was accompanied by Tora! Tora! Tora!, the 1970 production telling the story that…

Screen Time

Yesterday, I rewatched one of my absolute favorite movies. The English title works out to be From Up on Poppy Hill, one of the less popular releases from Japanese animation…

To feel or not to feel…

In “Day 14”, I talked about the question of memorization — knowing something by heart — in response to the question of the day. But there’s another way to look…

Day 14

What do you know by heart? I have always had a nightmare of a time with remembering things. It’s not that my memory doesn’t work. It works just fine in…

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