The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I'm packing to leave, and listening to my mix cd that my beloved made
for me, and I just want to mention how much you can tell from a
person by their mix CD's. It's a really good CD, and there are songs
on it I want for our wedding. Also upon many many listenings, it's
really obvious what her feelings for me were. Though I think she was
using the medium to say what she hadn't yet.

*schmoops*

I'm going off to lead my life with this wonderful amazing woman.
Nobody understands music like she does, and nobody understands me like
she does, and I think this is going to work. I really do.

Well, my huge case is packed, and my cartons just need to be taped,
and in the morning I need to make the bed and bag the kitty. And...
that's it.

So what am I doing now, you ask? Besides sneaking internet?

I'm reading Kurt Mobius' testimony about Chelmno.

There is nothing at Chelmno except some bricks and a river. The river
is ashy grey and the grass is green, green, green.

It all came from Hitler and Himmler and it was perfectly
legal, Mobius said. I'm doing what my bosses told me over and
over again to do.

It's so quiet at Chelmno.


The thought of Chelmno is why I have such a problem, such a
problem with those steel grates that go over the transit system vents
in the sidewalk.