"She said, 'My husband ran off with my shaman, but they love me as I am'"

[larryhammer]

Five things do not make a hexagram:

1. Following up on the whole throwing paper airplanes from space project: it's been scrubbed. Dangit.
   
   
2. In a letter to Wordsworth of 10 Sept 1799, Coleridge wrote of "those, who, in consequence of the complete failure of the French Revolution, have thrown up all hope of the amelioration of mankind, and are sinking into an almost epicurean selfishness, disguising the same under the soft titles of domestic attachment and contempt for visionary philosophes."
   
   I am reminded of certain 20th century reactions to the failures of communism.
   
   
3. In a potted anthology biography of Li Ch'ing-chao, Eugene Eoyang wrote that her poetry "reveals a mastery of language, a disarming directness of diction, and a ruthless honesty of tone. Her attitudes are those of a woman, but her femininity is never servile or shrill."
   
   Chauvinist snot, much?
   
   
4. After a month of binging on Chinese verse, I've learned that the I Ching can be a fruitful source of poetic imagery. However, when I'm not lying awake in the dark, I'm pretty sure writing a cycle of 64 sonnets based on each hexagram in turn would in fact not be a good idea. Even without sorting them as binary numbers.
   
   
5. My new time management policy is very simple: If what I am doing is less important than editing Power Rangers episode summaries on Wikipedia, stop doing it.

But they may make a post.

---L.