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Printing went badly. I'm making a huge list of problems that, hopefully, my teacher can address. I signed up for another slot today because I'm determined to figure it out, even if no one else can help me. Apoorva! Can you e-mail me your address? I'm gonna PWN pictures out of the lab if it wants me to or not!!

I was thinking about the praying Vietnamese sniper-- but, really, about dying... Would I pray? In my own way, I suppose. I would want to convince myself of the inevitability of the passing of all things transient... I think more realistically I would be sorry and greedy ( Read more... )

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No... Xanga prevails. Looks like the world of blogging is picking up, but I'm not about to copy and paste over 3 weeks worth of blogs just to keep this livejournal updated. I wish there was just one huge blog. Whatever-- subscribe to my Xanga RSS feed. It's pretty much the same as a communal blog.

By request: my recent postings on Xanga.

Friday, August 15, 2008Cravings; The only bends in dreams are the ones we dream
Creatively contending with the contents
Of our Dream Creation
I attend with intent
And our attention is rent out
Scattered throughout a bent Dream
Carefully, I drink from an airy knowledge stream

I am inconsistently circumventing our ( Read more... )

My friend John and I were riding (he on his bike, and I in his bike cart) up the street from a full-moon yoga meditation. He was telling me the story of the Little Bunny Foo Foo bopping the field-mice. He told his sexual story in the narrative of an old German storyteller while I carried glow sticks and waved cars down. We rode up to his work, The ( Read more... )

Gamelan X at the Starry Plow tonight! Should be a great show ( Read more... )

Tanned, shadowed, and nude; searching for the sun. Little space above the moon's crescent-- almost full-- I stretched and stood, hungry and cool. Suns are bound to set, and the moon's absence fails to illuminate my room, with a mirror, reflector and blacklight. Long and unruly, brilliant with the sun behind the constant hum of an electro rainbow ( Read more... )