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I wonder in what other ways technology has disturbed the natural cycles we were born to follow. Obviously they are many. More and more I have the urge to strip everything down, leave nothing but the bare bones. Because what is all this for, anyway, if not to complicate? The story is that ( Read more... )

 I want to go home.

There are things at play that I have no control over, things undoing me a little bit. I need to work; I want to sleep.

Yesterday, I was alone but for the dogs who do not bear the burden of solitude well. I played loud and hard because I needed to wreck something, work out a little pressure. It feels good to make noise.

Look at the ( Read more... )

Had an amazing weekend. Two full days and then nothing but relaxation yesterday. Saturday was gorgeous and I can't wait for the heat to really set in. After the mildness of last summer, I'm expecting this one to be fierce. In my race to be sunscreened, I forgot about my legs and now they're red-patchy and a little burned, and what a difference two ( Read more... )

I was obsessing over something I can't remember, something I should remember. Now it is not so much an obsession as it is a little pricking in the back of my mind that pops up when I am not thinking of something else.

I feel indignant about everything that is happening lately, the progress of the world so to speak. It's a little ridiculous, because ( Read more... )

All I want to do right now is lie in the sun and read until my eyelids get too heavy to hold open. Alas, I am working hard instead to be busy and awake, trying to harness a mind that wants only to wander. O, the tiny struggles of the day.
I should be glad they are nothing more. I am glad they are nothing more.

So many things to think on, so many ( Read more... )

Little things, you know? Prickling, littling, unsinging things working away at my tendons, undoing me ever-tiny bit by ever-tiny bit.
I am low and moving slowly, a dark and soulful shade.

Night and day footsteps across my brain. 
I would that it were something more.

I've never been one for it, but I really feel like hating people today. So I'm going to. It's a small indulgence (not of the outdated Catholic variety) I'm allowing myself. It will be short lived, I promise. And it's not directed toward anyone that might be reading this, rest assured. It's directed toward persons I don't even know. I figure it's ( Read more... )

It is a sadly unbeachy day. We may beach ourselves anyway, as if to say, "There is nothing you can take from us, we are victorious!" Or perhaps for lack of anything better to do? No. That is never a reason.

Reyes Creek is an amazing spot and I wish I'd made its acquaintance sooner. It was like, "Hello, we've only just met, but I think we're old ( Read more... )

A 17th century remedy for freckles: "For the Freckles which one getteth by the heat of the Sun: Take a little Allom beaten small, temper amonst it a well brayed white of an egg, put it on a milde fire, stirring it always about that it wax not hard, and when it casteth up the scum, then it is enough, wherewith anoint the Freckles the space of ( Read more... )

Went for a bike ride and saw an old Asian man counting his steps as he walked backwards along the trail. I decided to help him by shouting out a random string of numbers as I sped by. He looked at me incredulously as he inevitably faltered in his counting and cursed at me in Chinese (at least I assume that's what he was doing). But his curses came ( Read more... )