THE OMITIST: Bloggings of a Self-Erasor: Recent Comments

Comment on And Iran, Iran's So far Awa-a-ay

Bernard — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:32:05 GMT

I wonder what's worse... that americans knew or that they didn't know they elected an idiot. I mean here's my point, he's there. I think NASA's budget should be increased because at this rate, we will soon run out of countries to invade and mr Bush will have to start considering an expansion of the empire. There are signs of water on Mars, that means the WMD's can't be too far, right?

Comment on Valley of the Dream Life

advanced support — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 20:17:45 GMT

just testing emoticons :D

Comment on Micro Becomes Macro

Shana Ting Lipton — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 16:51:58 GMT

What a beautiful idea this micro-loan is. Love the concept and will definitely spread the word!

Comment on Where the Rubber Meets the Road

JWE — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 13:25:54 GMT

That's what I think is the coolest thing about archaeology! You get a little snapshot of people living 100, or 1000 or 10,000, years ago, and those *could* have been your very ancestors, or at least living a similar lifestyle. It's crazy to think that your great-great-great-great-great grandmother could have been a small-scale agriculturalist or hunter-gatherer, AND that you carry a piece of her in yourself, some of her very genes. BTW, little Janna (Jannoula) is doing well, and carries some of your genes also! Life is strange.

Comment on Where the Rubber Meets the Road

Shana Ting Lipton — Sun, 22 Oct 2006 10:46:26 GMT

Congratulations, Auntie Mieke!

Comment on Rereading...

Omitist — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:04:46 GMT

I love you anyway. I'll see you when I see you, and it will be good times. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it?

Comment on Rereading...

kort — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 08:06:45 GMT

"To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know anything so utterly as when we lack it? . . . So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again."

Although I've been militantly maintaining my hermetic solitude, the Housekeeping coincidence was too great to pass on. I just finished rereading it myself yesterday. I love that book. Ruth's voice ascends to poetic miracle.

p.s. I haven't been avoiding you, I've been avoiding me.

p.s.s. Dig your blog.

Comment on Bagging Babes

Shana Ting Lipton — Wed, 14 Jun 2006 19:30:17 GMT

In response to your blog, well, all I can say is, Granny's a perv..

Comment on Rereading...

Julie Rae — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 22:56:08 GMT

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.
-Housekeeping

Comment on A First Class Affair

Shana Ting lipton — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 13:43:47 GMT

If things do get hot and heavy between you and the airline chair, just be sure he wears the rubber life vest (located under him)...Be sure to practice "safe seat"