Observations on a Sunday morning

I just tried to listen to my cats' heartbeats using a stethoscope. I couldn't hear it; any heart sounds were drowned out by the sound of purring.Instead, I spent the time petting both my cats at once. Not a bad way to hang out on a Sunday morning. Of course, the logical conclusion is that since I…

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Finding the Blessing, Part 2

For anyone who follows my overly-melodramatic stories about my health: After a single day of rest, I feel fine. This in itself is a blessing; when I catch a bad cold, it normally knocks me out for five days. Only a day of nasty symptoms is so unusual for me, I can't remember the last time it…

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Finding the blessing

I had just started walking to lunch today (yay, exercise!) when I started coughing. This was no minor cough. It was a five-minute coughing fit with lots of disgusting side symptoms. I inched my way back to my car and drove to get lunch. At this moment my chest feels sore, but I'm not sure if it's…

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Looking for…

OK, Internet, let's see what you can do. If you know how to reach any of the people listed below, would you please send me contact information or arrange and introduction? In connection with my work on the biography of Isaac Bonewits, I'd like to get in touch with Ron Wright. He was an editor of Gnostica…

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LiveJournal account name shift

When I started this LJ blog, I felt I should be anonymous. I picked a name of personal significance to me, crytolos, that would have no meaning to anyone who didn't know me.Things have changed in the past three years. Facebook has eroded the concept of internet privacy. Also, now I'm using my blog as an information-gathering…

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The interviews begin

After several months, and many long hours in front of a scanner, I’ve mostly completed copying Isaac’s files. It was a huge pile of paper, about thirty large boxes; apparently he never threw away anything he’d written or received. (It’s "mostly completed" because Phaedra still has some boxes of his unsorted papers in North Carolina.)

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