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From Pages Of A Poet: Apr 22, 2009
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From Pages Of A Poet. Poetry can be a great lover if you know how to dance with words. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Imitate the silence within me. Be it the falling of autumn leaves. The impressions on the snow I see. Or dreams that saints may weave. Be the fragrance of the velvet mirth. Be a stolen stone from the earth. A shade of darkness and so it be. The silence that is left in me. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Shimla, H.P., India. View my complete profile. 1 door away from heaven.
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From Pages Of A Poet: Apr 19, 2009
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From Pages Of A Poet. Poetry can be a great lover if you know how to dance with words. Sunday, April 19, 2009. Tread On My Soul. Tread on my soul, shall I fall? Like those who have fallen before,. Or like those who shall fall again. Be not but soft and tender and light,. For that is not the way of pain. I shall be wronged and not be right,. Though I will grow right ever more. More than any soul that falls. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Shimla, H.P., India. View my complete profile.
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vicissitude: April 2013
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013. Dinner with family, as pictured. Steaks and grilled veggies. Everyone dresses up. Bow-ties are present. Croquet is played. Sinatra. Little gifts would be nice. Wishlist below. Recipies and images from pinterest, see my board here. Tea tea accessories. the nerdier the better! I want to make my own clothes. Cookbooks, especially ethnic cooking and old world baking. Anything on sustainable living, agriculture, and livestock, especially goats! This is pretty cool too. There was an ...
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vicissitude: Purge.
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Saturday, March 16, 2013. Overall I am happy, though, that's a choice. I choose every day to project the positivity into the world and for myself. But sometimes when it's hard to sleep, or my anxieties get the best of me I wonder. Did I make the right choices? Does anyone ever know that? Or will I, as a woman who has chosen science and academia as my field, have to sacrifice the family and the relationships that I want in favor of my career? Although I could use a few good luck charms. Sometimes, I write.
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From Pages Of A Poet: Jun 27, 2009
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From Pages Of A Poet. Poetry can be a great lover if you know how to dance with words. Saturday, June 27, 2009. Trace to me the losing words. Grasp them with a hint of pain. Never together.never the same. The falling be so cruel yet kind. It offers a lesson in nothingness, so. What is it to you that binds. Over the courteous fragments-low. Hung over the even sky. And the curtained mist and aimless rain. Benevolence be so graced so rhymed. To sooth away the will of pain. But has the dusk ever chased.
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From Pages Of A Poet: Mar 19, 2011
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From Pages Of A Poet. Poetry can be a great lover if you know how to dance with words. Saturday, March 19, 2011. Upon a painting by Noopur Dogra. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Hope you enjoy reading. Feel free to comment, criticize and suggest. Your say is valuable. Shimla, H.P., India. View my complete profile. 1 door away from heaven. From Pages Of A Poet. Upon a painting by Noopur Dogra. GEMINI: the rootcrop chronicles. ThriftWitch: Getting The Most Out Of Your Pumpkin This Samhain.
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vicissitude: July 2012
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Sunday, July 1, 2012. So, scientific research is amazing. You work your ass off and hope to figure out some timy bit of information, and when you do you hold it up to the world and say "HEY! Look at what I found! And for that moment you know something that no one else in the world ever knew, saw things that no one had ever seen. Its some kind of powerful. And then you take that little grain of knowledge and say"Here's why its important. Here's why the world should care.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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vicissitude: On Being a Woman Scientist
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013. On Being a Woman Scientist. On my first day of kindergarten my Mom made me promise that I would go to college. As the story goes, my reply was “Ok, Mom, but can I finish kindergarten first? I’ve been lucky to grow up with two very supportive parents, who pushed, pulled, and cheered me through twelve years of private schooling, four years of undergraduate school, fours years of graduate work for my M.S. and now are helping me work through my PhD. As a student, I’ve sat t...
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vicissitude: Dude.
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Sunday, August 11, 2013. School starts in two weeks. Orientation is next week. Holy eep. :). Moved into new apartment and enjoying it so far. Columbus is confusing and campus is HUGE but I'm sure I'll get the hang of things. I have a million and one things to do and must not stress out. Posting a blog at 3 am may be an indicator of stress. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). AKA Klagpe Archipelago :). View my complete profile. Sometimes, I write. Care to see my more creative side? ESA 2011 Austin TX.
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From Pages Of A Poet: Upon Reasons Of No Questions And Answers
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From Pages Of A Poet. Poetry can be a great lover if you know how to dance with words. Sunday, June 28, 2009. Upon Reasons Of No Questions And Answers. To see more than the depth of the day,. Its extended hand over the longings. So profound, yet they voice-timid and small. But brave enough to gather the length of. The morn, the noon, the even.while all. May succumb to the lost light; the brighter one;. To the light found, only enough to draw. Lines around the solid self’s, of mine and. Well done, man!