Three From Cambridge
Someday words will come back to me and I’ll again post actual sentences. In the meantime, here are three photos I took the day of the snow storm as I walked along the Charles River. When I say “I” I mean my brother Brian.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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Beautiful. I love our cities. I complain a lot, but I do love a good dumping of snow. I like that there are natural forces that bring the world to a hault now and then with such spectacular results.
Don’t worry, Mike. Words will come.
Comment by Jen — March 19, 2007 @ 10:39 am
Jeez, you are good. (I mean Brian.)
Comment by anon — March 19, 2007 @ 6:03 pm
Since when (why) does “I” mean brother Brian?
Those are good photos for when words aren’t right.
Comment by jennifer — March 19, 2007 @ 9:53 pm
Apropos words not coming… There’s an interesting story in Sunday’s Denver Post about a surgeon to whom words wouldn’t come. She (the surgeon) had a very hard time speaking to her patients, especially when they were dying. But she kept careful notes about all of them. Once a nurse begged her to speak to a suffering patient to help him cope, but she refused. The patient died, and she realized how derelict she had been. As a result of this, she felt driven to write a book about all her experiences, but she was blocked, couldn’t write anything but notes, so she took a creative writing course. After a few weeks during which she presented her scribblings, the teacher took her aside. She thought the teacher was going to chastise her for missing some classes, but instead the teacher said, “You have to get these things down.” And she did.
Comment by rakkity — March 20, 2007 @ 11:50 pm