| | Lydia, my son Chris, Orion, Apis mellifera, twilight, cross-wind landings, nights with Lydia under white sheets, literature, objectivism, friends, art that reminds me that life is worth living, the ocean, scuba diving, St. Lucia, teaching Chris about science, Lydia's writing, family, The Cure, The Same Deep Water As You, A Perfect Blue Sky, OL, RoR, creme brule, sangiovese, Keats, curves, Feynman, Rand, Schroedinger's Equation, debate, reality, smell, sight, taste, touch, memories of a weekend in Chicago, the top quark, blue, the smell of Angel, my grandfather, producing something through my own labor, work, commanding nature and obeying her, summer nights, the sound of a stream, the rythm of a good poem, spring, summer, fall, winter, fair-weather cumulus clouds, the sound of my wedding ring against a hand-blown Bordeaux wine glass, life, the universe, and everything I value.
(Edited by Jody Allen Gomez on 12/29, 9:53pm)
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