ETERNAL SWEET TIMES

ETERNAL SWEET TIMES

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

She, her mother, Everett, Martha, the whole family gallery: they carried the same blood, come down through twelve generations of circuit riders, county sheriffs, Indian fighters, country lawyers, Bible readers, one obscure United States Senator from a frontier state a long time ago; two hundred years of clearings in Virginia and Kentucky and Tennessee and then the break, the void into which they gave their rosewood chests, their silver brushes; the cutting clean which was to have redeemed them all. They have been a particular kind of people, their particular virtues called up by a particular situation, their particular flaws waiting there through all those years, unperceived, unsuspected, glimpsed only cloudily by one or two in each generation, by a wife whose bewildered eyes wanted to look not upon Eldorado but upon  her mother's dogwood, by a blue-eyed boy who was at sixteen the best shot in the county and who when there was nothing left to shoot rode out one day and shot his brother, an accident. It had been above all a history of accidents: of moving on and of accidents. What is it you want, she had asked Everett tonight. It was a question she might have asked them all.
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Page 246, Run River by Joan Didion

Monday, March 7, 2011

WE BUILD UP

DAY ONE BUILDING TODAY
IF YOU ARE IN MELBOURNE COME TO REARVIEW EVERYDAY THIS WEEK 12-6PM AND BUILD WITH US, HANG OUT OR JUST HAVE A CHAT.
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