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"this feels strange and untrue...."
I'm home. I traveled back in time by six hours, and I am here, jet lagged and speaking in my native tongue. While I waited in line to pay yet another fee for the damned excess baggage weight (!qu'e co~no!), a little girl was exercising her gross motor schools for her American mother and Spanish father. Lovely little bilingual child. I want ( Read more... ) -
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"'I had a dream which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...'"
- Lord Byron, quoted by Hannah Jarvis in Arcadia, by Tom Stoppard
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We all could use a dash of simplicity every now and then.
I need to change things. -
abroad
To live elsewhere, "abroad" for a year ( Read more... ) -
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I was sitting on the bench in the square outside of Beaven yesterday afternoon before psych, reading about arousal and emotion and eating my lunch of turkey and cucumbers on a wrap. It's become one of my favorite places on campus this semester, and yesterday the gray of the day curled around the clock post and hung heavy in the tree branches. ( Read more... ) -
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"Listen, stand up in prayer during the night*,
for you are a candle,
and at night a candle stands and burns."
*Qur'an: Surah Al-Muzzamil (The Enwrapped One), 73:20
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reminscence of the shire and some british aim slang
It appears that the majority of Americans who shorten the word "what" on AIM or in e-mails type it as "wut" or "wat," while the Brits write "wot."
Isn't that fantastic? Or maybe I haven't noticed this correctly.
I have a Spanish paper to write. Two, actually. I'd rather be reading A Farewell to Arms. Go me-- I'm actually going to wait until ( Read more... ) -
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I can't think of any work worth doing right now, so I thought I'd note these things ( Read more... ) -
.... (my brain after kimball)
The Kimball Weekend Shift always makes me realize how often I would want to commit suicide were I a full-time worker in such a place. I suppose being a chef is different. I'm so spoiled in that, in being able to work where and how I want to work. I know more than ever after this year that I must enjoy the job I have. I can only pray that I'm ( Read more... )