I listened yesterday to George Carlin's joke about how our house is really only a place to put our stuff. How true it is, in my case especially, as I only envision truly having a 'home' when I've acquired too many books to move around anymore. An elaborate bookshelf with a roof over it, maybe a small bed in the corner; a place to put my stuff.

It's funny how easy it is to get lost in a city, no matter how well you know each block, each cobbled sidestreet. It's even stranger how, when you desire nothing more than to lose yourself in that city, it seems nearly impossible. No matter how many blocks you walk with your head down, only mindful of the bright traffic signals hanging overhead, ( Read more... )

I am sitting on my porch, watching the squirrels crawling along the power lines that trace imaginary shapes over the Georgetown streets; as I watch, I wonder whether these tiny little critters realize the constant danger that they are putting themselves into. As they scamper over these high voltage passes, do they ever stop think about the long ( Read more... )

OK. So generally, when it comes to other peoples' journals, I find it really mundane and almost obnoxious to post about certain things. Being overly dramatic about small things, telling me about your entire day... these are all off-limits if you want me to read your livejournal. However, I'm really bored and pissy, so I'm going to go a slight ( Read more... )

It's surprising how stressful it can be to find a place to live. Sigh. I can't wait until I'm more settled in.

Bury me in a sunflower field
If ever I should pass.
Snuggled into burlap-
Warmed up by the grass.

Play me a song not so sad
That one could not but dance,
And whisper me sweet lullabies
To aid eternity trance.

I'm done with EVERYTHING! yay!

Hellooooooo bar.

Growing up, I spent most of my time at the hair salon where my mom worked. Doing laundry, running errands, gossiping with forty-year-old women… these were the activities of my youth. My life was marked by constant change- though this was manifest in the hairdos of the elderly women who wandered in looking for a new way to style their fading hair.

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The Transit Authority’s actions- repeatedly repainting all of the trains and buffing them with chemical solvent- presented piecers such as LEE, SEEN, and JSon with a large problem, as their favored type of graffiti were slowly eradicated from the subways.  Their responses are complicated, as they react to the bombing on subways in ( Read more... )

Mayor Koch echoed this sentiment, as he argued that all of the petty crimes considered to be ‘quality-of-life’ offenses are interconnected, as they are “all in the same area of destroying our lifestyle and making it difficult to enjoy life.” [8]

The mass media were a main source for the majority of New Yorkers in building an ( Read more... )