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Mistakes & Malarkey: May 2013

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013. For those that were with us and many that saw online, this past Thursday, May 23rd, 2013 at 11am, Thom and I eloped at the San Francisco City Hall. The day was perfect and such a blur. It's hard for me to describe the complete momentum and there were many emotions felt by all. But as much as this post is about giving everyone an inside view of the day and happenings (so many photoz! One of the hardest issues was not having our families and closest friends there, so we want to stres...

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The Next Digital Decade of Inspiration. Monrovia animated by François Beaurain. August 23, 2016. Was born in Bordeaux, France in 1976. Francois is a self-taught and multifaceted artist working predominantly as a photographer, but he sometimes extends to drawing, collages and sculptures. Francois is mostly known for his animated gifs project Monrovia animated. August 23, 2016. August 18, 2016. What is a definition of Kawaii? August 18, 2016. Crawler Series by Sakir Yildirim. August 18, 2016. And set build...

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I Wanted To Write An Email: March 2014

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Sunday, March 23, 2014. I learned a little bit about Chinese and Japanese rhetorics, the idea that we have to look through. And so I wanted to write today to swing things back the other way, a singular voice speaking in grey words over a black background. The crux of the entire "problem" with becoming an academic here, that if I commit to R/C fully maybe I lose my connection with poetry, and what has been a fairly fruitful process of introspection? Saturday, March 08, 2014.

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I Wanted To Write An Email: January 2014

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Wednesday, January 29, 2014. Sunday, January 26, 2014. Poet, be seated at the piano. Play the present, its hoo-hoo-hoo,. Its shoo-shoo-shoo, its ric-a-nic,. If they throw stones upon the roof. While you practice arepeggios,. It is because they carry down the stairs. A body in rags. Be seated at the piano. That lucid souvenier of the past,. That airy dream of the future,. The snow is falling. Strike the piercing chord. Be thou the voice,. Not you. Be thou, be thou. Now what was...

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I Wanted To Write An Email: February 2015

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Wednesday, February 04, 2015. In noticing this trend. At any rate, I need to go to work. See you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other Internet Presences That I Will Admit To. The Nietzsche Family Circus. Checkers vs. Chess. Bread and Jam for Frances. Bath House 8.1. Buddhist Poetry Review #5. Action, Yes #12. Front Porch 3.0. H NGM N #5. Poems (still) in Print. Encyclopedia Vol. 2. Essays and Ficiton #5 and #1. Denver Quarterly #2 Vol. 42.

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I Wanted To Write An Email: December 2013

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Saturday, December 28, 2013. It was midday in summer. There was some butter on a rock; it was melting in the heat of the sun. There's a person who's supposed to be watching the butter- to make sure it doesn't melt. He's just watching it melt. He can't do anything. He has no legs, no hands, he can't speak, so what on earth can he do? He's just watching the butter melt. Like this, love has spread over my body like a disease. Thus I move into another diaristic area of media consu...

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I Wanted To Write An Email: April 2015

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Tuesday, April 14, 2015. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other Internet Presences That I Will Admit To. The Nietzsche Family Circus. Checkers vs. Chess. Bread and Jam for Frances. Bath House 8.1. Buddhist Poetry Review #5. Action, Yes #12. Front Porch 3.0. H NGM N #5. Poems (still) in Print. Encyclopedia Vol. 2. Essays and Ficiton #5 and #1. Denver Quarterly #2 Vol. 42. American Letters and Commentary #18. Another Way to Navigate This Blog.

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I Wanted To Write An Email: September 2014

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Saturday, September 27, 2014. To see the movie Boyhood. Which I've been excited to see for some time and then totally forgot about once school started. So much more to say but it will have to wait. Hope you're well,. Monday, September 01, 2014. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other Internet Presences That I Will Admit To. The Nietzsche Family Circus. Checkers vs. Chess. Bread and Jam for Frances. Bath House 8.1. Buddhist Poetry Review #5. Action, Yes #12.

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I Wanted To Write An Email: April 2014

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Tuesday, April 29, 2014. Sunday, April 13, 2014. And now all I have left to do for Post Modern Rhetoric is write one more page and an end paper that doesn't need to be researched, as it's more of a response/synthesis paper of all the books that we've been reading. All this to say, the semester's end is in sight. Thursday, April 03, 2014. Once when I was eleven I told my dad that I was "bored." It was a Sunday afternoon. He was laying on his bed watching This Old House. Encyclo...

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I Wanted To Write An Email: October 2014

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I Wanted To Write An Email. Sunday, October 19, 2014. Tuesday, October 14, 2014. Thursday, October 09, 2014. You can’t expect. The milk to be delivered. From the picture book. At the age of four:. He’s much older. Now, can’t carry those. Bottles ‘neath his wing,. Can hardly even carry a tune. With his faded beak. That opens some nights. To leak out a cry. To the horrible god. Don’t think I’m. The bluebird, or that. You are. Let him get. Old on his own and. Die like a real bluebird. That sat on a branch.