Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

from Chapter Twenty Eight

"Is life ever anything besides poetry? I was raised to believe that life was a set of familiar patterns, things to do, things to feel and rewarding pursuits. But I have instead found that life is limitless patterns and patternlessness, endless asynchronous colors and extreme pursuits of arcane goals".

---from Lonely Distance, my November novel

  • On the Terrier Cut

    I had a fairly busy work week last week, and worked a bit today to stay on top of things. On Saturday, I walked in Story Park. In the afternoon, I…

  • Champion of the Lower Bracket

    We drove home this morning. I worked in the afternoon. I won a USCF on-line chess tournament tonight at, with a score of 7 out of 7.…

  • South San Gabriel

    Early this morning I finished the novel I have been reading, R.M.. Ballantyne's "My Doggie and I,", a 19th Century novel written for…

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