In the mornings, with the dread of a long day ahead, your voice soothed me and gave me strength
For those who are new here, and there do seem to be a lot of you, here is a published book you should buy a downloadable copy of and my story in it.
I would like to say this is going to be my last six:thirty a.m. awake for awhile now that I finally have a job, but I know that would be a greedy lie. My face down unhappiness has been heaping lots of them upon me lately and I don't like that my bed no longer smells like me. The air of the apartment has been filling with Kier, our house-guest who hasn't paid his rent yet. It's unsettling, it makes me want to double-wash all my sheets and blankets. I have no desire to climb naked into a bed that someone else has been rewriting while I've been away.
Flickr just reached a quarter of a billion photos.
How to make a zine using only one paper.
Originally uploaded by ebess.
Sam's lent me a novel, Futureland by Walter Mosely, that I'm halfway through and still can't decide what to do with. I get the feeling off this book that it's not trying to be anything but a sci-fi novel. It was not written to be enduring, inspiring or to be especially moving. This isn't rocking me, not even like a baby. It was written to be put in a bookstore and bought off the wire-rack shelf, to be consumed and then lost to some second-hand table fair. It's a little.. baffling. I remember skimming past books like this in gift shops when I was younger, (and still commonly bought books), scanning the covers and dismissing them, the metallic newspaper quotes on the back covers.
"5,000 of the most important photographs of the last 150 years."
I decided then I was only going to read books I would like to write, or literature that pushed my envelope, built of a nature so different that I can barely grasp them, insisting in my head that the better quality I read, the better I will write. Input matching output, I decided I want my shelf to be full of books that are endlessly interesting, not quite classics, but of the sort that can light up repeatedly and at different times of my life. This leaves me a rabbit in the headlights, uncertain what Futureland is for. This book is entirely alien to my nature. I suspect it's meant to be entertaining, but it doesn't survive my criteria, I don't feel challenged. Is this what people commonly read?
Fujitsu develops “invisible” barcode for photographs.
I would like to say this is going to be my last six:thirty a.m. awake for awhile now that I finally have a job, but I know that would be a greedy lie. My face down unhappiness has been heaping lots of them upon me lately and I don't like that my bed no longer smells like me. The air of the apartment has been filling with Kier, our house-guest who hasn't paid his rent yet. It's unsettling, it makes me want to double-wash all my sheets and blankets. I have no desire to climb naked into a bed that someone else has been rewriting while I've been away.
Flickr just reached a quarter of a billion photos.
How to make a zine using only one paper.
Originally uploaded by ebess.
Sam's lent me a novel, Futureland by Walter Mosely, that I'm halfway through and still can't decide what to do with. I get the feeling off this book that it's not trying to be anything but a sci-fi novel. It was not written to be enduring, inspiring or to be especially moving. This isn't rocking me, not even like a baby. It was written to be put in a bookstore and bought off the wire-rack shelf, to be consumed and then lost to some second-hand table fair. It's a little.. baffling. I remember skimming past books like this in gift shops when I was younger, (and still commonly bought books), scanning the covers and dismissing them, the metallic newspaper quotes on the back covers.
"5,000 of the most important photographs of the last 150 years."
I decided then I was only going to read books I would like to write, or literature that pushed my envelope, built of a nature so different that I can barely grasp them, insisting in my head that the better quality I read, the better I will write. Input matching output, I decided I want my shelf to be full of books that are endlessly interesting, not quite classics, but of the sort that can light up repeatedly and at different times of my life. This leaves me a rabbit in the headlights, uncertain what Futureland is for. This book is entirely alien to my nature. I suspect it's meant to be entertaining, but it doesn't survive my criteria, I don't feel challenged. Is this what people commonly read?
Fujitsu develops “invisible” barcode for photographs.