A picture you have seen before.  Winter out the window.

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I love laughing pictures.

Seth

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Well, this is it.  We're all done.  Amy left yesterday, and Kristina and Laura just left.  Why am I always the last one to leave every break?  It was quite sad watching Laura and Kristina's room be broken down all at once, and being stripped of everything that's them.  Our room gradually lost personality as we took bits and pieces home every week, ( Read more... )

School is nearly out, and I wouldn't say I'm looking forward to it anymore.  I will be in Jackson for 10 days, and then I start classes again.  Rather than commuting daily, I've decided to just live up here in Lansing in a co-op, as much as I'd rather live in Jackson.   Also, a dilemma: I'm going to live here in Lansing for 6-7 weeks (the duration ( Read more... )

If it wasn't known, I'm quite into Indian (and, well, Eastern) culture, which is why I went to a Canton Hindu temple for a Sunday "service" today. Close friends of my mother, Renuka and Mukesh, are members of the temple. I went with two women I didn't know, but my mom is friends with: 51-year-old Carla and her 70-year-old friend of 35 years from ( Read more... )

You know what I really love to do when I'm in town for the weekend? Mulch. Mulch my parents' roughly 72 acres of gardens, by myself. I started at 9am and finished at 7pm, with a couple 5 minute breaks thrown in there. I don't know how good at math you are, but that equals 10 hours of fucking mulch. Did I forget to mention that I hate to mulch?

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What kind of music we listen to. The sort of skirt that looks good. The sort of cap that fits right. We have been made to find these things for ourselves and take them in as ours, like adopted children: habits, hobbies, idiosyncrasies, gestures, moods, tastes, tendencies, worries. They have been put in us for good measure.

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I'm in Jackson nearly every weekend. Whenever I force myself to stay here in Lansing (because, in reality, this IS my home now), I just get depressed, in such a calm way. I wouldn't even call it depressed -- just so tranquil that it seems melancholy. During the day, I go off on my own, usually without telling or inviting others, if I can avoid ( Read more... )

Do you get excited when you spot swans?  I get excited.  During a recent weekend-trip to the Detroit-area homes of a couple friends, I realized that the more acclimated to swans (say, a lake filled with 30 swans, constantly), the less excited you become about seeing them. And they're viewed as pests.  I don't ever want to not be excited about ( Read more... )