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Derivations: April 2015
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Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. Fits and Stops and starts. Looking back at my own posts, not finding what I wanted. Surprised at what I did find. The posts, huddled in time around gaping empty spaces. Craters. Trying to grow again before the next carves out its due. Posts drafted in my head that I don't see - flags of thought I wish I'd thrown in time. I see comments I wish I'd known about, responded to. The stepping stones are many, but the water deep.
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Derivations: morning sun rises
http://churaesie.blogspot.com/2014/03/morning-sun-rises.html
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. People are actually pretty cool. Most of them are really interesting,. And are actually not trying to impose on me, get something from me, or judge/criticize/shame me. I feel like I just woke up from an unsettling nightmare. It's morning and the sun is shining. The people outside are familiar in a normal way. I shall practice again expecting commonly expectable things. When did I start dreaming? Math U Science) /- ε.
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Derivations: February 2015
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Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. Im sad that Ill never be able to talk with my grandfather about Home Burial. By Robert Frost. But, maybe Ill be able to find something in his research or class notes about it some day. I recently learned that my grandmother says that my grandfather says that this poem said it all. He taught it to his students. Id read it once before, and I didnt get it. I just read it again,. But, too late. Links to this post. All our...
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Derivations: Home Burial
http://churaesie.blogspot.com/2015/02/home-burial.html
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. Im sad that Ill never be able to talk with my grandfather about Home Burial. By Robert Frost. But, maybe Ill be able to find something in his research or class notes about it some day. I recently learned that my grandmother says that my grandfather says that this poem said it all. He taught it to his students. Id read it once before, and I didnt get it. I just read it again,. But, too late. Math U Science) /- ε. All o...
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Derivations: Fits and Stops and starts
http://churaesie.blogspot.com/2015/04/fits-and-stops-and-starts.html
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. Fits and Stops and starts. Looking back at my own posts, not finding what I wanted. Surprised at what I did find. The posts, huddled in time around gaping empty spaces. Craters. Trying to grow again before the next carves out its due. Posts drafted in my head that I don't see - flags of thought I wish I'd thrown in time. I see comments I wish I'd known about, responded to. The stepping stones are many, but the water deep.
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Derivations: The End of the Beginning
http://churaesie.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-end-of-beginning.html
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. The End of the Beginning. I think its time to embrace the fact that I will never really be ok. There was a time - a short period of time - in which I felt I had my life together. Id made a place for everything, and everything in its place. It was all unexpectedly scrambled. . Like I was thrown to the ground had my brain scattered across the floor like a raw egg or ground beef. Those cracks are probably not going to go a...
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Derivations: August 2013
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Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. The End of the Beginning. I think its time to embrace the fact that I will never really be ok. There was a time - a short period of time - in which I felt I had my life together. Id made a place for everything, and everything in its place. It was all unexpectedly scrambled. . Like I was thrown to the ground had my brain scattered across the floor like a raw egg or ground beef. Those cracks are probably not going to go a...
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Derivations: freewriting -
http://churaesie.blogspot.com/2014/02/freewriting.html
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents. Tying the world together in stories. Is writing time always going to be. 10 - 11 - 12 - too late? Will it always wait for that. Delayed desire for morning? The farthest from my eyes. My tired mind and I. Gaze into darkened pooling of the. Therin we glimpse reflection. And paint with ink. Painted in ink -. An ink that comes from between the stars. Above the lands where day is clearest. Spreads the whole sun across the sky. It reminds us to share. This work ...
