One Raisin Per Me

[kiya]

And I want to find faith
And I want to be sure
And I want to say less
And I want to know more
I am not alone, I never have been
We are all one, we divide within
The sum of any outcome
Undone

(Josh Joplin Group, "Undone".)

Thanks to jenett for being about for me to talk at and providing me useful resources for dealing with some of the stuff I'm brooding over. I'm still brooding, I expect to be for a while, but I can do much more productive research while I brood.

My father gave us a call yesterday while I was brooding and watching Bab-5 Season 4 (it arrived, dirtydianadd) and asked teinedreugan how cold it was up here. "Really fucking cold!" was the answer he got; apparently Dad then turned to the party he was at and reported, "My son-in-law says 'really fucking cold'!" Dad wanted to ask about the weather, and congratulate me for my previously documented successful giftage for James. (Hi Dad, if you're reading today.)

Currently attempting to explain my self-perception/system-perception in terms of identity and who's front with the metaphor of raisins in gingerale. This is actually a fairly representational image, and I shall have to remember it; it's a new one.