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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: Climbing Out, or Learning to Swim
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Climbing Out, or Learning to Swim. I am doing one or the other. Have patience. I am still here, re-learning how to live, discovering how to navigate since the north star fell from my sky. Bear with me. I'll be back soon. It was a hell of a winter, but spring returns. In the meantime, say hello to Pip the Cat, Who Lives Upstairs. Pip is doing a pretty good job of expressing non-verbally how it's been going the past couple of months here in Doodlehem. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What a Fire Cat Is.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: September 2013
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Apparently God does not read my blog (see sidebar, right). It has just been suggested I change into knickers I don't like, just in case. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What a Fire Cat Is. View my complete profile. What I Need to Remember. Never ask "What next, Lord? The last time I said that, I got called for jury duty and the elastic on my underpants quit. Who Owns the Content. Unless otherwise specified, is mine. What I've Been Up To. Wilderness and the American Mind,. Jars of Clay, Inland.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: December 2014
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There Is Only One Path. That last is something, by the way, I'd advise against doing within twenty-four months of cancer surgery and multiple doses of radiation. It helps to have an immune system if you're going to be poking bits of metal into the soft parts of your body. Just a lesson from someone who didn't think that through at the time. As Dooce says, be ye not so stupid. Apparently my dream-self is kitschy? The, erm, excreta hit the overhead air circulation device with said beloved friend, not to me...
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: October 2014
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I want you to hear me. I want you to find me. Over the years, I've talked pretty freely about my depression. But until now I've never talked about anxiety. Because until just a few weeks ago, I wasn't quite able to name it as a component of the way my life apparently functions. I know. You're shocked. Me? The woman so high-strung she could solve the fossil fuel crisis if only you could find an extension cord long enough to plug her in? With Kitties thank you. Class was boring. I know,. What a Fire Cat Is.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: RR Marine Corps Marathon 2014, Code Name: Embrace the Suck
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RR Marine Corps Marathon 2014, Code Name: Embrace the Suck. I've known since about mid-August that this race was going to suck. And the way I knew that was by looking at my training schedule. Of course, that would have involved having to actually look at my training schedule, which is something I more or less denied all existence of. So Anyway. Back to The Suck. Sunday, turns out, I wasn't the only one who heard the alarm, rolled over, and thought, Do I really want to do this? I could totally stay in bed.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: May 2014
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Climbing Out, or Learning to Swim. I am doing one or the other. Have patience. I am still here, re-learning how to live, discovering how to navigate since the north star fell from my sky. Bear with me. I'll be back soon. It was a hell of a winter, but spring returns. In the meantime, say hello to Pip the Cat, Who Lives Upstairs. Pip is doing a pretty good job of expressing non-verbally how it's been going the past couple of months here in Doodlehem. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What a Fire Cat Is. Romano ...
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: October 2013
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Peace and All Goodness. I realise this whole post is a bit more New Historicist/Reader Response/narrative theory meta-meta-meta-nerd than I usually get in this blog, but bear with me here. I’m trying to get at something that is not easy for me to express, or even to admit. Has ever said to me was this:. He wasn't thinking of an internal picture of our skeletal structure, with a rotten broken heart and no lungs, barely breathing, concerned, confused, feathers launched like arrows through the dark to sprou...
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: July 2014
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I live in a neighbourhood of Doodlehem that is generally considered pretty safe- especially for something on this side of the river, since it's uphill, technically across the county line and its own municipality- but to get home from campus there's no avoiding the student ghetto (because, really, who doesn't love a college town slumlord? I really like my neighbourhood. Just kids, trying hard to understand why the world is the way it is, and loving something completely unlike them, so much that it hurts.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: Silence
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I want you to hear me. I want you to find me. Over the years, I've talked pretty freely about my depression. But until now I've never talked about anxiety. Because until just a few weeks ago, I wasn't quite able to name it as a component of the way my life apparently functions. I know. You're shocked. Me? The woman so high-strung she could solve the fossil fuel crisis if only you could find an extension cord long enough to plug her in? With Kitties thank you. Class was boring. I know,. What a Fire Cat Is.
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: There Is Only One Path
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There Is Only One Path. That last is something, by the way, I'd advise against doing within twenty-four months of cancer surgery and multiple doses of radiation. It helps to have an immune system if you're going to be poking bits of metal into the soft parts of your body. Just a lesson from someone who didn't think that through at the time. As Dooce says, be ye not so stupid. Apparently my dream-self is kitschy? The, erm, excreta hit the overhead air circulation device with said beloved friend, not to me...
