I love! How lucky to live and love. Sometimes personal history in this documented edge can resemble a tractor pull, there is always more information to be apprehended. I prefer Islam's pilgrimage to Mecca to over-extended self-examination, there are other holy sites.

I just wept because I found sorrow, I have been practicing for almost two weeks now, it is hard to weep because of fearful caution deep in my spine. At a certain point injuries become memories, caution, absent present pain. But you must dissolve to change. Read James Baldwin's Go Tell It On The Mountain for transcendant exploration. Every great ( Read more... )

I only half-regret missing Starvation Gulch, I love a good carnival and it's a real good one -- massive fire & crowds, inescapable throbbing music -- but it's a party for everyone not just cool people who accept themselves & others & love to dance. The same pack of boys that yelled "faggot" at me out their car window on UAF campus two weeks ago, ( Read more... )

My second monitor blocks too much the window. I haven't thought about my lj much lately, although occasionally people on tumblr the only reference frame I have is folks I knew mostly through reedlj, what it was like back in 2006 to know someone mostly through online sources, before it just became normal for everyone to constantly have a computer ( Read more... )

Amidst a complicated story of drugs sadness sorrow self-harm, the casual mention that the protagonist kept a livejournal ( Read more... )

Both my elbows ache, I have been sawing tree branches and sleeping in insufficient cot. And tho' this voice is pretentious and dull that's why I maintain non-personal wordpress sites, I always find myself pretentious and dull in self-reflection; indulge, indulge. I am out of chocolate and dependent on sun to move me ( Read more... )

The sun is starting to warm the days. I am planning nothing too extreme, the warmth is fragile and chance winds could return us to gnawing foggy streaming cold. But the snow is almost liquid and today I walked without scarf, the air open, you could see to the end of all the little curved downtown Fairbanks streets ( Read more... )

One chapter in Solstice I called "Preparation for Solstice" because those words have only good associations in my mind. The solstice is dark and mysterious, or an endless day, magic either way. Magic only an incredible thing ( Read more... )

College radio in Fairbanks mostly young people playing music that (the young people think) doesn't get played enough on regular commercial radio. Children willing to provide this service for free. Fairbanks's metal show running long this Tuesday afternoon, at least 90 minutes with no signs of slowing. Or perhaps the djs have changed, KSUA djs an ( Read more... )

My home is getting closer to finished, to the point where fixed furniture channels raw materials into finished projects and achieved goals. How exciting! Tomorrow I'll go out to the Quakers and then pick highbush cranberries. I am curious how the berries will be, we have still not had the deep long freeze that turns berries in Juneau into complex ( Read more... )