arousal

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Waking “late” (8 am), coffee, time with my toys awhile, then I go out for a newspaper (an excuse to get some exercise. I’ll subscribe when I retire, no longer picking up the Chronicle for $0.50 at the BART station….). Foggy day, but a fine one.

I’m exactly where I want to be: International Café nearby; Caffè Strada a few more minutes away. The entire university: perfect resort for the inquiring mind; perfect landscape for variable paths of early-morning reverie. Two blocks from me: tennis courts and swimming pool, hills to hike.

This guy who dresses like a nerd each day for the department burns those clothes in his mind each weekend.

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I was a teenage tri-psychal

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I’m a literary philosophical psychologist—a psychaliterary philosopher, a philopsychal literary writer.

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tale

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Romanticism returns in us like anewing youth that never left belonging to one’s sensibility.

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haunted entertaining

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Can a truly postmodern mind mate with its time?

Seriously, we quite playfully sought a communicative intimacy that cannot last apart from letters.

Joyous, beautiful life dies with those who live it, save for our tangible designs.

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new year

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I got my agenda together for coming months. It might have happened sooner, had I not gone to a party last night.

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for a deeper prattle

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There at “life world.”

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Why did you fill your pockets with stones and walk into the river?

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