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For crying out loud!
[19:38] Hannah: Hi Professor Maenz, this is Hannah Kendall from your Effective Writing II 220-23 class. I just had a chance to look at your feedback on my last paper, and I had some questions I was hoping you might be willing to clarify. I realize that this is outside your office hours, so I understand if now is a bad time, but thought I would ( Read more... ) -
Feenyx
Dear LiveJournalists/Facebook Mafia,
I am in Phoenix, AZ helping run a work conference. Today was fairly mellow, and that's probably just as well because I'm sure the next days will be hectic enough for three.
Didn't really get much sleep last night so I'm pretty wiped. I suppose I was just nervous that everything would go well, that I would ( Read more... ) -
FOOD BABY.
I have this thing which I fondly refer to as the Food Baby. Food Baby makes me purchase elastic-waist pants...=|. Food Baby does not take no for an answer. Food Baby requires regular care and feeding (every 4 hours). Food Baby makes little rumbling noises at inappropriate moments. FB is needy, selfish, sometimes a little scary and utterly and ( Read more... ) -
Madam Librarian
I have attained a post at the Alliance Francaise library. Every Tuesday, now, you can find me in the French Cultural Center's library on Dearborn and Chicago. :) I sum up my feelings about this in one word: SQUEE ( Read more... ) -
horrible screechy noises!
in the spirit of checking off things on the list of things to do before i die, i have purchased a violin and am learning to play. on a consistent basis, i make noises that cause the cats to leave the room. :D yet! i persist. my goal is to get good enough to play christmas carols in the subway by december. aaron will soon be joining me on my ( Read more... ) -
speaking of fire.
I really want to go to burning man. I think, 2008 is the year.
I went out to the lake this morning. It was very peaceful. Just me and some fisherman out to greet the sunrise. Bashful, though it was, hiding behind walls of grey.
I have so much laundry today I don't even want to describe it. here goes.
love,
hannah -
spitfire.
it's summertime.
it's summertime and she feels the heat play across her brow and
something instinctual remembers that it's time to come out of the shell now and,
go down to the lake.
laze.
breathe.
dance.
be.
quiet.
she is quiet now, meditative, listening to the whir of wind cut though by chains and fire.
"be my prometheus" brings through, now, different ( Read more... ) -
discourse concussion.
thoughts plop like rocks into the still pool of my mind. every pebble makes a ripple, oscillations reprecuss in kind. it's the dual beauty and utter annoyance of being me...everything taken, below the surface, fair seriously. gives stray thoughts preponderance and i float over the surface of the sludge on nimble feet fearing fall into the mire ( Read more... )
