Living alone teaches things. I have this problem: I sit back and watch conversations ebb and flow. Our daily communications are collaborative artistic expressions.
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I'll watch the mood change, the topic refine.
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What is the goal--what is the aim?
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Why do I think this way?
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Why am I?
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I?

Knowledge is better than ignorance. Knowledge. Knowledge.

I keep sayin' it 'cause it's true: Those helmets are siiiiick!

When do I get to sleep again?

( Between sharks and spades you are in a sad pickle and peril, poor

lad. )

Today is the one year anniversary of the first day I woke up in Portland. It's overwhelming to think of all that has changed. Even disorienting. Hm. This is not who I was and I will not be this later. Time. Being ( Read more... )

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Damnit! Now he's a vigilante!

Since I've had read and reread it over and again I will share.
The poem:
Herman Melville
From Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War

Misgivings

When ocean-clouds over inland hills ( Read more... )

How is it possible that the two schools I go to both decide to throw in light rail I'll never use? Portland's bus mall is being ripped up and the detour cuts me off from the best bus line. (the once glorious, now mocking 17.) Back in San Diego I never got to use the damn trolly extension--though I took the bus rout that it replaced. (oh, the 81 ( Read more... )

This is my first ever snow day. The cats are loving it. Emma won't move from the window. I'm yet to be brave enough to adventure in it, though. It sure is pretty.

It still hurts. This was the year. No more replays, please. I'm broken hearted. Sigh. To next year!