it had been two weeks since my last foray into the kitchen to prepare dinner unsupervised, but yesterday evening i was left unsupervised, and once again i ended up over the stove. last time it was (delicious) black bean soup, this time it was (equally delicious) tempeh chili. apparently flatulent, bean-laden meals are my specialty, so let it be known: i am no Pythagorean.
but this is beside the point.
the point is i talked to my mother last night and i did my best to provide comfort regarding her latest vocational malaise. i told her that it was the things we did every day - not the calamities or windfalls - that have the greatest impact on the we way we feel. the quotidian is magical, and in the end it is our consistencies whose import and meaning matter most.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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I think we know why this blog is not call "Triangles All the Way Down."
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