some sentences and some not

i don't have an airport, i.e., access to the internet, in my new computer at work. but i do have a spiffy new office. and more work to do. i think i liked the airport better. blogging is going to become more guerilla-style from now on. mostly from the ancient clamshell ibook at home. at odd hours.

i am addicted to writing. words. sentences. i've always kept a journal. ever since i got my first diary, with a key, when i was ten or so. i still have them all, too. it's not admirable, necessarily, this addiction. and it's almost physical, the pleasure of rolling precise sentences off the tongue. it is one of many worthwhile luxuries. ancient people believed that words had magical power.