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Living Freedom by Claire Wolfe. Musings about personal freedom and finding it within ourselves.

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Archive for the ‘Miscellaneous’ Category

Claire Wolfe

Angry writers and other vague ruminations

Tuesday, March 25th, 2014

I’m working on a project with a couple other writers. We’re each doing our own thing, but coordinating about the topics we choose.

Today one came up with a rare gun-news gun-rights story and offered it around. “Nope,” the other replied (or words to that effect), “I write best when something pisses me off.”

Oh lordy, that is so true of so true. And it’s sooooo bad for the blood pressure. And for a person’s sanity and humanity.

—–

We’ve been having this exuberant burst of spring — today, even summerlike! — weather. I went to the hardware store for paint chips. I want to paint the outside of the house extravagantly. Lilac! Purple! Green!

Tomorrow it rains again. All. Week. Long.

I remind myself: “Summer starts in July. Summer starts in July.” (I still laugh — although not in a cheery way, you understand at this too-true cartoon Dana once posted in comments.)

——

There’s an old cemetery in the hills near here. Many of its residents were born in the 1820s to 1840s — ancient history in this part of the world. (And they weren’t born here, of course; a number are veterans of the War Between the States.). A very few people still get buried there, but the death dates on the gravestones taper off in the early 20th century.

It’s a small place, no more than a circular clearing in the woods. The volunteer caretakers are always unconvering unknown graves on its edges, which are then reclaimed by the forest when one volunteer or another moves on or dies.

I wonder about the stories.

Once, two side-by-side graves intrigued me so much I ordered up the archives of the local paper to find out what happened. Two graves. Four people. All under 25. A mother and her month-old baby dying within a day of each other I could understand. Turns out the other two people, young men, the baby’s father and his cousin, died weeks later. Both fell off log booms in separate accidents. Both were experienced log-walkers and good swimmers. Both just fell off and died.

All four lived in the same household. Can you imagine?

Today, in the brush, I uncovered the headstone of a father and son. The father died in 1920 when the son was only three. The son’s dates were given as “1917 – Unknown.”

Well, I thought, maybe the son just hadn’t died yet when the stone was set. But there it was, not left blank but carefully engraved, “Unknown.” With the added notation, “Separated in life; together now in heaven.”

—–

I have no intention of being stuck for eternity in a cemetery, however peaceful and woodsy. But I wouldn’t mind having a headstone somewhere that tells A Story.

Make it a good one. A really good one. And somebody tell it well.

Claire Wolfe

On the road

Thursday, March 6th, 2014

I’m going to be on the road for the next week. I’ll have my computer with me and rumor is that I should have a good wifi connection at least part of the time. We’ll see how that rumor pans out.

Just in case, I’ve asked Webmaster Oliver to check in on Living Freedom periodically to approve pending comments and put out any fires.

You should still be hearing from me soon, assuming those rumors about wifi are true. But if I get quiet, don’t worry.

P.S. That’s also why I blogged about Brink of Freedom yesterday. If I can’t blog, that’s a site that’ll keep you happily busy for a long time.

Claire Wolfe

Tuesday links

Tuesday, March 4th, 2014
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Monday links

Monday, March 3rd, 2014
Claire Wolfe

Oh my. I have been struck by another random act of kindness.

Friday, February 28th, 2014

I just retrieved this from the post office. It arrived straight from Godiva, nested between still-frozen coolpaks.

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I think once in my life I may have had a Godiva chocolate. One. A whole box of them is beyond dreaming. The box (which I haven’t opened yet because I’m still admiring it) came with this note:

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“What better to accompany the best wines in the world than the best chocolate!”

Somebody has been reading the blog.

Somebody knows how to impress a woman.

Somebody is extravagantly thoughtful.

Somebody … didn’t sign a name.

I have my suspicions. I also have a suspicion that suspicions is all I’ll ever have when it comes to the sender of the Marvelous Mystery.

I’ll ponder the question while enjoying the world’s best combination of flavors.

I have an amazing life. Surrounded by amazing people.

Claire Wolfe

Friday links

Friday, February 28th, 2014
  • Since we’ve been on the subject of writers lately: here’s Megan McArdle on why writers are the worst procrastinators. This isn’t really just about writers, but about fear of failure and the recent “special snowflake” self-esteem generation.
  • And this column about how to get a job at Google isn’t really about how to get a job at Google, either. It’s about creativity. Adaptability. And other good things.
  • Good news for all you who listened to (or played) too much loud rock-n-roll. A cure for noise-induced hearing loss may be on the horizon
  • All hope is not lost. Hungry cougar stalks teenage boy. Cougar gets shot by guess who? Pix here.
  • Very cool! A nifty handle wrap for a boot knife — that glows in the dark.
  • Very odd. Did you know there’s an abandoned Nazi compound in the hills above L.A.?
  • Brigid at Home on the Range writes a heart-rending tribute to her just-departed four-footed best friend.
Claire Wolfe

Monday links

Monday, February 24th, 2014
Claire Wolfe

Friday links

Friday, February 21st, 2014
  • Oh yeah. Absolutely nothing could go wrong with this “smart” gun. And I’m sure there’s just lots and lots of consumer bureaucrat demand. (H/T PT)
  • Question finally answered: Is Ted Nugent an interestingly loud-mouthed a**hole? Or just a loud-mouthed a**hole? (Hey, Ted. That’s how genocides get justified.)
  • But it would have been perfectly okay — and the truth, too! — to call Obama and his minions lying creepazoid tyrant wannabes who, among other things are getting even creepazoidier in their cravings to control speech and the press. Yep, that would be just a-okay and probably even a service to the nation, the world, and every individual on the planet.
  • Free firestarter samples. Get ‘em while they last (if you don’t mind ending up on the company’s mailing list, of course). (Tip o’ hat to H)
  • AmericanMercenary’s pantry test with Augason Farms foods has concluded. Results mixed. Worthwhile report. (H/T JB)
  • Calling all Girl Scouts! Want to break cookie-selling records? Well what better place could there be to set up shop? It’s a natural.
 
 


 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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