Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Hey! It's my buddy!
Was sitting here minding my own business when the ONE co-worker I always had fun with dropped in to say hey. (She left a few years ago to pursue other interests.) She still works downtown a few days a week, but it's been months since we had lunch together.
She's a real pistol ball--she does historic preservation stuff; teaches some college classes; runs all over the state doing research; is a bleeding heart, Clinton-voting feminist liberal; and a dandy conversationalist.
I never will forget one day she was sitting over there by the door and I had finished up one of my long-winded, rambling, freely-associative type monologues on something incredibly stupid, and she asked what my point was. It completely floored when I said I didn't have to make a point, that I was satisfied just to ramble incoherently for several minutes. "Not having to make a point frees up your mind to no end, and does away with the bothersome need to remember things," I said to her.
It was quite an epiphany for her.
Anyway, she just came by and we're supposed to have lunch again in a couple of weeks.
[Some of you might be wondering how it is that we get along so famously, being that she is so politically opposite of me. Cheese curls. Long ago, we figured out that there are two types of people in the world, cheese curl eaters and cheese puff eaters. No matter what other philosphies might separate us, there is comfort in knowing the other would never stoop to eating a cheese puff.]
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