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taking up my brush: November 2004
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Taking up my brush. There it was- her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? She asked herself, taking up her brush again." -Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. Monday, November 29, 2004. I don't like living breath-held and brow-furrowed. It makes me tired and anxious. Not to mention somewhat headachey. And so what do i do about it all? I guess there wi...
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taking up my brush: February 2005
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Taking up my brush. There it was- her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? She asked herself, taking up her brush again." -Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. Wednesday, February 23, 2005. Amy lowell. september, 1918. I think i'll always try to be more creative than i am. but i guess creativity isn't the right word. I blame my bad memory. I've moved o...
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taking up my brush: January 2005
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Taking up my brush. There it was- her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? She asked herself, taking up her brush again." -Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. Sunday, January 23, 2005. Comptine D'un Autre Ete: L'apres Midi. The amelie soundtrack plays (somewhat mournfully) from my $5 headphones. My roommate is at a pub with a strange british army boy.
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taking up my brush: january
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Taking up my brush. There it was- her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? She asked herself, taking up her brush again." -Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. Tuesday, January 10, 2006. January 05 was full of heavy-heart nights. they're not so frequent now. But sometimes ( like tonight, when dark raindrops tear away from a low ash sky). This guy i know.
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taking up my brush: September 2005
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Taking up my brush. There it was- her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? She asked herself, taking up her brush again." -Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. Thursday, September 29, 2005. Some days are just so good. In a just so ordinary sort of way. It's this thing i do(life), day in and day out,. And when it's steady like breath(today-right now),.
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...wanderlust of body, mind, soul...: 11.2006
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Wanderlust of body, mind, soul. So, darlings, Christmas is coming, and I wish you all a very merry season. Let's mean it this year. Dobson Won't Counsel Haggard. Focus On The Family Leader Says He Doesn't Have Enough Time To Devote. Posted: 6:48 PM, Nov. 7, 2006. Last Updated: 1:36 AM, Nov. 8, 2006. Jake has some really good things to say about this over here. Straight from the horse's mouth here. I do think it is a mistake for him to be wishy-washy about what's true and what's not; people will alway...
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...wanderlust of body, mind, soul...: 10.2006
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Wanderlust of body, mind, soul. Room with a view. More adventures in cars: driver's ed. Another essay in what might become a series. 8220;No, no, left, left, left, left.” Mr. Leonard’s voice would say, as we popped up on the sidewalk for the 37th time. “You have to straighten out before you reverse again, it’s important to keep track of the car in front of you when you’re parking.” Then he would sigh. 8220;Ok, let’s try it again.”. The speed limit was seventy, because you were supposed to drive seventy; ...
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...wanderlust of body, mind, soul...: 01.2007
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Wanderlust of body, mind, soul. I am a covered wagon. So, I took a trip last weekend. Well, I will. He is a gem. Why do I feel like I'm coming home, when everything out there was anything but easy? Isn't that what a rehearsal is for? Doesn't everyone have to be there? And escort the maid of honor down the aisle. She was a little shorty, and reaching up to grasp his arm was definitely the same height as grasping an oh-shit bar in a car for her. One of my favorite things of the day. Sorry about my sporadic...
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Cookie Tong: March 2005
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Oh Television Mountain, Whose Towers flash with light, wrap your beautiful steel arms around me, you my broadcasting lover. Today is my birthday! This morning in honor the day I burst forth from the womb, from dark unto light, we had some special bibimbap (amazing Korean rice stuff) and some Korean birthday soup! Nice work on the food traditions Korea, nice work. But instead guess where we went? To the top of Television Mountain! You should hear how he says "My house! I LOVE THIS MAN WITH ALL OF MY BEING!
