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this is not my city
helicopters circling overhead non-stop for the past two days, the sound infiltrating my sleep. it is punctuated by roaring sirens and screaming tires a few blocks south ( Read more... ) -
goodnesses!
darlings!
i've got a solid case of the sillies.
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happy saturday!
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edit: distance is not a factor, lovelies! i'm hitting up the post office first thing in the morning... ( Read more... ) -
bon mot
"resentment is allowing someone to live rent-free in a room in your head." - attributed to roger ebert -
it's all a little brighter in the morning...
i am home.
more importantly, a well-loved friend is home too.
there are other repercussions, but a prison sentence is not among them.
the exit interview at the border was heartening. the officer on duty almost cheered (he did let loose with an exuberant "giddyup!") when we told him where we'd been and the outcome. -
the pen is mightier than the politician?
i first picked up yann martel's the life of pi a good several years after all of the hype. always willing to suspend my disbelief for the sake of a good story, i loved it.
him too, by proxy. his latest project is more of the same, in the form of a unilateral book club. compassionate, gentle humour and friendly persuasion mix in www. ( Read more... ) -
kicking the februarys.
and so it has been decreed that the shortest month in the calendar is also the most vicious and deserving of a season all its own. thus, the februarys.
dar thinks so too, having already lost to february:
best of this week's postsecret, still not one of mine:
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rudderless, anchorless... quite possibly mindless, just for variety
over the past few days, i've instigated a major domestic overhaul. sorting, purging on a moving-across-the-country-everything-must-go level. not that i am, but because i'm slowly being buried in my own clutter. the room's a mess, but there are clearly defined piles to go, be it for recycling, swaps or donation. if it's not used or loved, it's gone ( Read more... ) -
dear 2009,
you and i started on interesting terms. you were so full of promise after a ragged ending to 2008. i was worn and tired, you took me in and comforted me. we slowly built it all up for a whirlwind, giddy summer that left us reeling and breathless. the highs were stratospheric. to balance, you brought a sharp break from bliss by autumn. i got to ( Read more... ) -
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not so long ago, you asked how it was that i managed to seem so giddy and gleeful (life as usual) here in this word-based space. how did i do it, when in person i seemed grim and almost resigned?
this is the best answer i am able to give.
i'm still whistling past that graveyard, but my feet are sore and my throat is dry.
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