One of my worst flaws is impatience. When I like someone, I can be a little over-zealous. While it’s not really the same, I’m going to try to learn some patience by refraining from using—and even opening—the new power drill I bought last week. If this works maybe next I can work on temperance.
about
"The question is always where to start the story. That's the first question. Trying to find a beginning, trying to impose order on the great psychotic fast-forward merry-go-round, and trying to impose order is the first step toward ending up in a park somewhere, painted blue, singing 'row, row, row your boat' to an audience of saggy-lipped junkies and business-people munching oat-bran muffins. And that's how this story ends, good buddy."So if you are concerned with the logic and sequence of things, and the crescendo of suspense up to a good shocker of an ending, you best be getting back to your video games and your amassing wealth. Leave the meaningless details to the poets and the photographers. And they're all meaningless details, my friends."
-- Rachel Corrie
the title
bail·i·wick[bey-luh-wik]
(late Middle English)
a person's area of skill, knowledge, or work terr·oir
[tair-wahr]
(French)
loosely translated as "a sense of place"
