. . . is like evolving from neanderthal to sapiens; as if the space under the brow were synecdoche for the space under the brow.
I'm crawling out from under a number of things that were burying me alive. I stuffed a patchy mess of documents (uncopied and unredacted; no time) into the crocodile maw of the New York landlord. Tick tock. I finished a long-nagging assignment, long and short versions of a foundation mission statement. I got caught up on the Natural History blog. I got a royalty check for The Cube, and enjoyed the novel if momentary sensation of having enough (a dentist and the IRS will be happy to relieve me of it), which enabled me to do cheery things like fill the van's tank with $86 worth of gas. I plucked my eyebrows.
I wonder what we all really look like. But then again, what does really really mean?
UPDATE: In the comments: fascinating and unrelated discussion alert. Karen and Rod on varieties and insights of Christianity. What comes to mind when I think of this leading to that is something like "Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you."