April 2012
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March 2012
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“I’ve been in the habit of making things for public consumption so long now that...”
– - @TychoBrahe
I love Tycho’s position on editing. Words are his thing, and he wields considerable power both on them and how other people use them.
February 2012
3 posts
Can all outdoorsy type blogs repost this so I know...
Yes.
January 2012
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December 2011
2 posts
meet trixie
It’s the third day of war and already I must admit a grudging respect for the enemy - for it hath singlehandedly (pawedly?) administered a great many defeats unto me. First came the storming of my villa - before sun’s light had even cast a glow upon the world - and lo! in that moment I beheld several portents that filled me with dread.
Was it that my mousy foe, it of the diabolic...
(return of the) prodigal son
Just as I have found myself in this house, so too do I find myself on this tumblr. What I thought I would do with this and what I haven’t done aren’t that similar; the only thing I can think to say is that if intentions were responsible for governance the world might be a better place and I would be a full fledged novelist by now. I still have some hope for at least one of these...
June 2011
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this won't ever stop impressing me
I did not expect it to be so easy to find happiness. I was twenty one years old when I met her. I still drank Bailey’s Irish Cream and I still listened to Oasis. I feel funny even writing that down. Six years later, I don’t do these things. I pour M red wine and we put on Ethiopiques. In the morning we kiss goodbye and in the evening we ride our bikes over overpasses, along...
January 2011
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"The only thing I've learned is how to be a...
I suspect that we are circling some kind of grand truth. The way we are raised to constantly judge ourselves based on how well we do versus the performance of our peers lead me to dissatisfaction. What I hated most about myself over the years was that my enjoyment of events hinged less on who I was with than on how I stacked up compared to them. Each time I found myself circling the cause of my...
October 2010
2 posts
Day 11 - Another picture of you and your friends
fembutchily:
For two years I formed memories in this hallway to fill a lifetime. from 321 to the point to ben and tony’s room. I can’t even explain what 3rd floor means to me.
Get to the point,
M
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Watch: gerunds (striving) →
the song is radical face’s “welcome home” (type that into youtube, though i think what the song does to me is conditionally linked to having first seen this video)
the point is that when I watch this video, I feel inspired. To climb. To write. To ride. I feel that I have been sleeping for some time, and have only now awoken.
September 2010
3 posts
I am part of a large family
There is a method of speaking that uses no words. An eyebrow raises. Foreheads crinkle in consternation; in complaint; in comedy. This constitutes the missing dimension from my dialogue with you, and for that I apologize. Read this as sardonically as you dare.
I live with a married couple in a single room in a large house. I couldn’t honestly tell you how many other people live with us in...
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Be the author not the actor of your Chapter Two
“Do my thing - I do what I do, whether I walk the line or play my kazoo.”- Grand Analog
Picture this: 6:30 AM on a Saturday morning. Bleary-eyed as weak rays of sun only serve to illuminate how dark the room is. Packing with a head-lamp in a chill indicative of early onset Autumn, perhaps. Wheels are rolling a car towards you, a car with space to spare. An eclectic menagerie of...
(Innuendont's)
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line.
