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Why I'm here
My friend sez ( Read more... ) -
okay gah entry time entry time
Hello stream of consciousness free writing, I've missed you. ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Taxmen and Poetry
This is my favorite poem. Ever.
For My Friends
Once in a cave a little bar of light
Fell into my hand. The walls leaned over me.
I carried it outside to let the stars look;
They peered in my hand. Stars are like that.
Do not be afraid-- I no longer carry it.
But in a friend's face now, splinters of that light
Fall and won't go out, no matter how faint
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Where the Wild Things Are
Look especially for Obama saying "And then they made him the King of the Wild Things"
From a friend of mine who volunteered at the Easter Egg Roll (have I mentioned the occasional jealousy recently?):
At one point the microphones completely stopped working, so the president was kind of standing there on the balcony tapping and talking and looking ( Read more... ) -
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A couple days ago, I finally FINALLY got my act together and wrote this big long entry about where I'd been and what I've been up to over these past several months and how I worked so hard but I can kind of see it paying off (yaaaay) and everything. And then the internet ate it ( Read more... ) -
What what?
There was a new Pratchett book that came out yesterday? What? Why was I not informed? When will I next see the inside of a bookstore? Sigh...
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Mah bukkit?
Back at home, trying to help my folks move house. My mom is super stressed, which makes my dad stressed, and let's watch the cycle go round and round.
Part of any move is cleaning things you never thought to clean before. My current project is the baseboards that line all the walls in the house,. I've been using a sponge and a nice two gallon bucket ( Read more... ) -
Guh. I'm packing.
The angel stood as tall as it could. Breath and thought and prayer made flesh, its arms extended out and up, past the blue and into the deep black. It concentrated on keeping its fingers strong, never wavering in its reaching, determined.
It was beautiful and huge and sad, radiating a faint and glorious golden aura into the darkness. Its robe ( Read more... ) -
The times, they be a-changin'
I opened the update page and livejournal, ever helpful, asked if I wanted to restore from draft. Sure, I thought, I don't really have anything of importance to say, I could stand a suggestion. I wonder what I was writing back then.
I wait while one word loads on the screen. "Shit."
Which leaves me to wonder. What was I going to talk about all those ( Read more... )