"And it's hard to remember that most of what you absorbed was meant to be discarded. You chop insults and carry grudges all day long, til there is no time left for anything else."
This post is a little old, but it contains the first discussion of samizda (Russian for self-published) I have ever read.
What have you been up to -- What I have been up to
I have been scratching the insect bites inflicted upon my already pink and dingy skin by dive bar mosquitos. All over my legs, red welts rise up like some kind of chaste pox. No fun at all. Still, it was worth seeing an old friend to marvel over the details of pasts long gone and enjoy much of what the piers have to offer. These visits are always too short and I am left wondering what kind of temporal flux I would enter if I went back to Philly for longer than two days at a time. It is both a repulsive and dreamily compelling thought.
The Prog Lady is back, in more ways than one, and all is well in the world.