Some long overdue improvements
to 100 Words are....
10/14/2014 - We've returned to development mode. You might be skeptical. But, working hard to make 100words 2.0 finally a reality.
April 17th, 2010
Little signs, tiny omens drifting across the day are real messages, I believe, messages about directions, about actions, about perseverance. The trouble bubbles when something devoutly wanted is slowed to a standstill by a constant seine of signals that say “stop.” Are the signals saying “stop,” really, or “persevere”? Are they saying, “No, not this road, try another”? Or “best ditch this altogether”? The desire for the thing so derailed stays strong, so the question is how to get the universe to be clearer. OK, the solution will be to pause, see what happens, figure if a redirect is right.
June 24th, 2009
The cell phone rules, I discovered when Krishna went back to school yesterday evening, for the inauguration ceremony of the cricket camp. The function ended at 8pm, almost an hour late and the school bus drivers were not there when it ended. So the children waited and it was almost 9pm when the bus dropped him off a stop ahead. He called his father who was already waiting for him at the destined stop. All these developments were known to us as I had sent the cell phone with my son. It was very useful and the stress was minimal.
May 30th, 2003
What I remember most about you (even more than your blue eyes and sun-lightened hair and the way both looked, oh so beautiful by cliched candlelight) is that you called my ass a PEACH. When you called my ass a peach, you said it with a straight face. You said it with a straight face but mine couldn't help but break into a smile. You thought my smile was one of appreciation. You were wrong. My smile was one of disbelief. Disbelief that you could say something so totally fucking asinine about this ass o' mine without even acknowledging it.