accidentally bought a shit load of skype credit - so if you're into wasting time, too..  my name is corduroytree.

also,  instant espresso turns out to be not so bad of an idea.

time to jump on bike and spill into academia with passion and fury. 
or something.

someone update me on who's winning the democratic presidential battle. 
I can't find a ( Read more... )

I have been biding my time under weeping willows, eating croissants, drinking liters strawberry-orange "cool best" juice and counting my new favorite birds.  There are sable ducks with bright white foreheads that look pre-historic on land with gangley huge feet.  Made friends with a few over granola.  Found a sharpened pencil in the mud and ( Read more... )

I am thirty-four minutes away from skipping class for the first time without having a good excuse.  But I will pack up my books and find a warm place to eat words besides my most boxey apartment, full of dirty clothes and scattered papers.  I tried reading Freud for hours last night but my mind was slipping into memories too thick and too loud to ( Read more... )

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It's been a extravagant weekend, full of endless wine and smoke, but mostly a solid group of good ones.  There are swans here on the canals and the weeping willows are thinking about blooming.  We drank and snacked our way through a meal and then headed towards the Carnival where the and neon lights glowed across the Westerpark.  I rode the ferris ( Read more... )

A dutch man called me Poppetje - which is somewhere along the equivalent of "babe."

also, 
I stumbled across something - and after a quick google search, I realized I am not the first, but I can add to the canon of ideas.  I've decided something.  Laying down identities can be as empowering, if not more, as finding new ones.  Luckily for me, I am ( Read more... )

some dreams ( Read more... )