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Why
To ponder the reasons for my return to print would be to linger in the weeds and though I do indulge my urge to wonder at the permutations of any "why", I'd rather write of other things. (this is actually a lie. The entire post is now about why I write. I'm keeping this first line to remind myself of the lies I tell myself.)
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Minneapolis
I've lived in Minneapolis for 2 1/2 years now and, although I didn't like it at first, I've really come to love it here. I've become spoiled by the food (both in restaurants and sold at multiple co-ops) and the art (favorites? I saw Hilary Hahn with the Minnesota Orchestra, A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Guthrie Theater, and the Lars Lerin ( Read more... ) -
A Reflection
Last night, I read over all of my old LiveJournal posts. I tend to get reflective in the weeks leading up to my birthday and decided to take my ritual retrospection further into the past than can be offered by sorting through my paper journals and cleaning out my old college notebooks. Often these sorts of reviews are simply enough to give me ( Read more... ) -
Minnehappiness
I began my journey to Minneapolis, to attend U of M for Pre-Alternative Medicine, with a question (well, it was more of a collection of questions, a notion of wondering ( Read more... ) -
A Blog Post Named Desire
I love to want things. I love to fantasize, especially when the fantasy is far-fetched. The further from reality it hangs, the more I want to cradle myself within it. I fantasize even about what I don’t want, just as long as it isn’t reality. I crave it, I’m addicted to it - I typically fall asleep not because I am actually tired but because I am ( Read more... ) -
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I didn’t have time to write after my walk today, another eerily warm morning. The air smelled toasted when I first stepped outside. I walked quite quickly down to Greenwood pond, my tennis shoes squeaked an illusion of softly quaking ducks on the loose gravel path and I glanced around to find the actual ones huddled beneath the walkway. It was what ( Read more... ) -
And A Rock Feels No Pain
Love doesn’t matter. The only thing that will help you is hard work. Love will not carry you. Love, by itself, is weak. Hard work, consistent work is the only thing that will take you where you want to be. Passion without application, without dedication is nothing. Love is nothing. Love does not exist. Holy shit - where has this girl been? Do I ( Read more... ) -
I Got Rhythm
I woke up at 4 o’clock this morning. I tossed and turned and predicted that the waking hours to follow would reflect a similar searching for the right position ( Read more... ) -
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There is a drive in me that wants to wait. It is a strange characteristic for drive to have. I am driven to remain, to go no where. I want to wait and suffer through this desire, watching it and keeping it a fantasy behind my eyes. -
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I was attracted to him the first moment I saw him. I know I must have been smiling, I must have melted a bit because I remember sticking on him - my eyes wouldn’t leave him, and in the memory, it seems he smiled slightly as well ( Read more... )