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natromuse: 10.2007
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This post finds me at a coffee shop on Chicago Avenue in a non -descript. Part of town (i.e west of Western). There's something about coffee shop culture that is both interesting and monotonous at the same time. The Tuesday afternoon coffee shop crowd is comprised of the unemployed, the non traditionally. Employed, students, retirees and recent mothers with their babies. This assortment of humanity can make for some interesting observations. My eardrums. OK. Fine, I am one for eavesdropping. It's now aft...
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natromuse: the love of family
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The love of family. Abuelita y yo, enero de 1978. What I found while traveling around in my mind is that love is limitless, flowing and multiplying indefinitely. Love is built on a foundation which is composed of everything you have known and learned since you were a child. For me, love starts with family. I think of my abuelitos. Jorge Ruiz Lara and Leonor Angarita. Ruiz Lara. In her book, The God of Small Things, Arundhati. My parents were young when they had us, younger than I am now is what I mean...
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natromuse: gestalt
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Portrait of Fritz Perl by Otto Dix. Or so I originally thought. My father is a psychologist. As the daughter of a psychologist, I was raised with an intimate knowledge of Dorthea Dix, schizophrenia and multiple-personality disorders. I spent a small chunk of my childhood stuffing envelopes for the Friends of Saint Elizabeth's Hospital and going on family outings with patients from my dad's hospital. In this way, even the craziest of people have never seemed that crazy to me. 2 Listen, understand, be open...
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natromuse: my dinner with andre
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My dinner with andre. What an incredible film.". I digress. When I told my parents that I would finally be seeing "My Dinner With Andre, " I received 2 responses. My mom's reaction was one of disappointment (or veiled sentimentality about my absence at home), "I wanted us to watch it together." My dad's, of concern, "I wonder whether the film will still resonate today.". 2 Excerpts from "My Dinner With Andre" (1981). Our minds are focused on these goals and plans. Which in themselves are not reality.
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natromuse: the mind is a chaos of delight
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The mind is a chaos of delight. Notes from my visit to the Darwin exhibit this morning. The Field Museum, Chicago, IL. On the thrill of observation:. The delight one experiences in such times bewilders the mind,-if the eye attempts to follow the flight of a gaudy butter-fly, it is arrested by some strange tree or fruit; if watching an insect one forgets it in the stranger flower it is crawling over. The mind is a chaos of delight.". On the theory of evolution:. On the pros and cons of marriage:. He is th...
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natromuse: "we forget the sun, we forget the air"
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We forget the sun, we forget the air". I'm still searching for the original author of this piece. It's part of a advertising campaign for a bookstore in Portugal that ran a few years back. The tagline, "If one page makes you think, imagine a book.". I know we get used to it. But we shouldn't. We get used to waiting the whole day only to hear on the phone: today I can't make it. Wow this is intense. November 6, 2007 at 12:56 PM. Thanks, "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy". December 13, 2007 at 12:31 PM. Simple ...
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natromuse: 11.2007
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We forget the sun, we forget the air". I'm still searching for the original author of this piece. It's part of a advertising campaign for a bookstore in Portugal that ran a few years back. The tagline, "If one page makes you think, imagine a book.". I know we get used to it. But we shouldn't. We get used to waiting the whole day only to hear on the phone: today I can't make it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Chicago, il, United States. View my complete profile. We forget the sun, we forget the air.
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natromuse: wireless
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This post finds me at a coffee shop on Chicago Avenue in a non -descript. Part of town (i.e west of Western). There's something about coffee shop culture that is both interesting and monotonous at the same time. The Tuesday afternoon coffee shop crowd is comprised of the unemployed, the non traditionally. Employed, students, retirees and recent mothers with their babies. This assortment of humanity can make for some interesting observations. My eardrums. OK. Fine, I am one for eavesdropping. It's now aft...
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natromuse: 09.2007
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After the blog age. I've been around computers most of my life. When I was a kid, I remember my dad coming home with the 1st Atari. And then the Commodore 64. And then the 128. I became a wiz at Printshop and could throw around words like MS-DOS and dot matrix in casual discussions (still can). My mom would always say, "Steve! All you do is play on that damn computer! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Chicago, il, United States. View my complete profile. After the blog age. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.