I feel paralyzed. I feel like I can't make any long-term plans, because at any moment my mother may call to tell me that my step-father has passed away, and I'll have to fly out to California. If this is how I feel, 3000 miles away and in relative comfort, how must my mother feel sitting in the hospital?…
My step-father has had another heart attack. This one is severe. He's not expected to regain consciousness. I'm not sure what happens next. Thanks to discussion initiated by Michael, the funeral wishes are clear. But what this means for my mother... I don't know. She lives in CA, I'm in NY. We'll just have to figure it…
I just came back from an endoscopy and a colonscopy. The alien implanted egg is doing great, and... it's a Queen! Hurray! Translation for the humor-impaired: I'm fine. It was just one of those exams you get when you reach your fifties.
Occasionally I'm asked how I reconcile being both a physicist and a Wiccan. My answer is long and I think most people find it tedious. But in today's Writer's Almanac, I learned that William Blake expressed it much more succinctly: You don’t believe by William Blake You don't believe — I won't attempt to make ye. You…
I continue to search for people who knew Isaac Bonewits. Please let me know if you know how to get in touch with any of the following people. If you can, please boost the signal, and/or copy this request to any appropriate mail groups and message boards. The URL of this post is http://wgseligman.livejournal.com/36467.htmlRon Wright was an…
A few months ago, I donated almost 300 books to the Books For Soldiers program. It felt good, but the process was a bit complicated. In order to help others feel as good, I’m going to go over the complete soup-to-nuts procedure for donating books in the same way.
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From today’s Writer’s Almanac. In all fairness, I should say that I don’t normally feel this way. But there are times…
Today I'm going to undergo a minor medical procedure that will affect my eyesight. I won't be able to work for the rest of the day. In two weeks, I'm going to have a diagnostic procedure that will become a feature of my life from now on, once a decade or so. The preparation for the procedure…
She called yesterday. We talked for about two hours. It was the usual: computer consulting, stuff going on in our lives, pets, plans. Last night, I dreamed about her. It was a pleasant enough dream (no, there weren't any radiant fruits of passion), but I always find dreaming about her to be unsettling. Oh well, it's over.…