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Two weeks of school left.

One week of internship left.

First day of December.

Half-way to 32.

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I’m working on an art project. Well, maybe less of an art project; it’s more of a kick-start-my-creativity project. My goal is simple. Each day I want to create something. So far it has been rewarding. I have re-learned to prioritize my off-time. So far, it has worked out like this ( Read more... )

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A calm July would make me nervous; birthday months are for tumult and upheaval, right?

A much-needed reunion with my much-beloved friend who has known me longer than anyone else became my grounding strip, the thing that plants my feet back on the ground.


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It’s cold, sucky, and generally unpleasant. Here are things that are the antithesis of all that nonsense.

1. Y: The Last Man.

A plague kills off every man on the planet, except for one schwing-worthy Yorick Brown. This may appeal to every comic-reading, feminist-identifying, or ( Read more... )

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I’m in the midst of CrazyChaosPanicTIme. You know, that time in a semester where everything is a flurry of chaos and stress eating and lots of writing, intersperced with bouts of hysteric laughing and Sir-Mix-A-Lot dance offs. Well my 100 page group paper is due on Friday, so ( Read more... )

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Step 1: Have a long phone call with a loved one.

Step 2: Take a sunny, snowy photowalk.


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Sitting on a bar patio Friday night, feeling the cooling evening breeze soothing my sunburned skin while being surrounded by friends I haven’t seen in a while, I felt a lifting sensation. I looked around, trying to pinpoint what was going on. And then I realized it was happening ( Read more... )

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At RISE:

(Work cubicle, South Lake Union neighborhood - 3:43 pm, Wednesday.

A sweeping crane shot starting outside in the gray, overcast, commercial neighborhood to a figure seated in chair. The office is quiet and everything appears to be lifeless. The figure is slouched over ( Read more... )

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