"…the cradle of escape"

Quoted from a poem I wrote years ago while sitting at the Bakery on a ridiculously warm December day; the full line is “Her solitary Mecca is the cradle of escape,” if I remember correctly.

So… I feel totally burned out by work, and in a feat of remarkably good timing, I’m going to Oregon tomorrow to spend a few days on the coast with my siblings and some of our friends. I may or may not post while I’m there. I don’t know if we’ll have access to the interwebs.

I wanted to post something about statistics and science and democracy and how I generally trust their results because they are fundamentally messy processes and the messiness tends to cancel itself out when averaged over large scale experiments, but I just don’t have time to put it into words right now. Oh wait… I just did.


2 Responses

  1. Hopeyou have/had a great time! I love Oregon.

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