in wont of wisdom

I am especially impatient for wisdom at night. Before I sleep, I want the nature of the universe to be revealed to me. Sometimes, in my pursuit I turn to the likeliest source: books, but I have ADD and I am very impatient with books, too. I find myself arguing. If only books were in for talking and all.

Am going to salsa again after a long while. Expectations are high, and I hope that after the jig, spirits will be, too. :)

Attended a Seymour Hersh workshop on investigative journalism that was held in Egypt. Ain't I lucky?

Gave some really interesting practical tips, like "Tell the people beforehand if you're going to publish a bad article about them. They might not like you, but they'll respect you."

in wont of something to write

the formula is to "just write" in the vein of "just do it".

but this one-way confession is not so satisfying. I wish I could read someone's face while they were reading this.

the writing circle meetings have not resumed, so don't have that outlet yet. haven't been writing much lately (is it a wonder that i am not here much? :)).

the above was edited after i had written something ghastly and unconfessable :) (love making new words, favourite pastime with wee) . (unless unconfessable is a word, in which case i love using words i didn't know existed)

chatted with zuby today after long while and realised (again) that (omigawd) we have actually never met. :) he said something pretty today: "if i don't read i feel empty." reminded me of sylvia plath:
"They [The children] are not quiet,
Quiet, like the emptiness I carry."

So here is me, posting after a long long time.

Happy Valentine's! ;) I'm back!