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Strange how certain smells can instantly bring back memories you had forgotten..along with all the feelings associated with those times..Happy, romantic, nostalgic, sad, remorseful...Just from a single smell.
Wow..
So much has happened in the past 7 months it's ridiculous.
Seussical was amazing, I was so impressed. I really really miss the people there..So much.
I was reading the world news yesterday...Africa is truly a forgotten continent. They have been struggling with rebel uprisings and violence since their inception, and they continue to face the same violence and disease every day. And here I am, an American citizen..I'm blessed.
Last night I went to Barnes and Noble and read some poetry. I read some pieces by Robert Creeley... a highly acclaimed modern poet, but most of his work was really pointless. I mean I'm sure they were nice in his mind, but I don't think they should have been published. I think there should be guidelines for poetry. Perhaps the definition of art itself needs to be set. My brother had a really good definition for it. Art should be anything that contributes to the beauty of the world. Thomas More, WB Yeats, Walt Whitman..now there were some poets...
There are a lot of nice guys out there. But, as little red would say, nice is different than good. I have been privileged enough to have known and made friends with a handful of good guys. A lot of nice guys, but really only a handful of good guys. Now then, if only things would work out. But you know, Catherine used to spend hours looking for ladybugs, but when she finally gave up and fell asleep, when she woke up they were crawling all over her.
That was an Under the Tuscan Sun reference by the way.
Out of touch with reality? Not at all. I just don't feel like I have to discuss my political opinions in an online journal.
Wow..
So much has happened in the past 7 months it's ridiculous.
Seussical was amazing, I was so impressed. I really really miss the people there..So much.
I was reading the world news yesterday...Africa is truly a forgotten continent. They have been struggling with rebel uprisings and violence since their inception, and they continue to face the same violence and disease every day. And here I am, an American citizen..I'm blessed.
Last night I went to Barnes and Noble and read some poetry. I read some pieces by Robert Creeley... a highly acclaimed modern poet, but most of his work was really pointless. I mean I'm sure they were nice in his mind, but I don't think they should have been published. I think there should be guidelines for poetry. Perhaps the definition of art itself needs to be set. My brother had a really good definition for it. Art should be anything that contributes to the beauty of the world. Thomas More, WB Yeats, Walt Whitman..now there were some poets...
There are a lot of nice guys out there. But, as little red would say, nice is different than good. I have been privileged enough to have known and made friends with a handful of good guys. A lot of nice guys, but really only a handful of good guys. Now then, if only things would work out. But you know, Catherine used to spend hours looking for ladybugs, but when she finally gave up and fell asleep, when she woke up they were crawling all over her.
That was an Under the Tuscan Sun reference by the way.
Out of touch with reality? Not at all. I just don't feel like I have to discuss my political opinions in an online journal.