Streams for Sunday: Debt and Indebted

I need more concentrated Sabbath in my life.

Streams: Percolating Dreams

post script.
I am safe from the fires in California. Some of you have emailed or called, and that makes me feel loved, but there's no need to worry about me. You could ask God to send rain, though. They had to evacuate so many people from their homes that it is as if the whole city of San Francisco had to be evacuated.

Streams: Narcissism, Pauses, Selah

I am (traditionally) a day late and a dollar short, I know. I know.

Streams for Sunday: Wake Her

Next time I post I'll be a little old lady in Pasadena.

Streams for Sunday :: Gratitude, Run.

This is a healthy practice. I will try to make a tradition out of it.

Maybe you should, too.

200 Streams

I wanted to have something terribly profound to say today because the Blogger robots tell me this is my 200th post. I tried to find a cool image with el numero 200, but couldn't find one. So I made one.

I think stream of consciousness writing is very good for the soul. Maybe it shouldn't always be shared. But, maybe it should. Maybe our brains need to be drained more often.

I would like to always remember this day when it was a difficult marriage for the First and Third worlds. There we were cursing the internet connection and the 10, or was it 20 kilobytes per second transfer rates. I told Byron that it didn't matter much, it was only the difference between ten and twenty cents, when most of the world's internet ran at speeds of 20 to 40 dollars.

Current, currency: nearly the same in the digital age.

There are simple wires in Tanzania that carry current and information and such. These are tough times for simple wires. We must be patient and just wait for our uploads. And so, we drink loads of chai.