31 Jul
PostSecret is a very special, and wonderful example of how the real world and the virtual world entwine themselves into an expression of art.
Thank you PostSecret for creating and maintaining this space for anonymous expression.
21 Jul
I was surprised beyond belief for my birthday with a trip to Alaska last week. It was a small piece of what I would call the best day of my life so far. I woke up early, but decided to meditate, reflect, and read instead of stumbling into the kitchen and slouching over the laptop. [...]
26 Mar
Three generations silently climbed into the hot tub. a grandmother, a mother, and a daughter. the grandmother set her arm up on the edge of the tub and turned her keen eyes to mine with a hawkish smile. my eyes met hers, they were wise, clear, and the color of the sky. she pulled her [...]
22 Jun
A firm, strong, steady hand. Bones are examined. Archeology is lightly discussed while a host of fires burn. Drums sound, limbs fold, unfold, and then gallop like kittens over the branches of the canopy. Past mistakes revealed. November frosts crunch from the explanation, and then thaw at once. A sweetness, a humble, creativity. Words connect [...]
21 Jan
Ok, this is too weird.
I took the color quiz, and dig my results:
15 Sep
Rearden heard Bertram Scudder, outside the group, say to a girl who made some sound of indignation, “Don’t let him disturb you. You know, money is the root of all evil… and he’s the typical product of money.”
Rearden did not think that Francisco could have heard it, but he saw Francisco turning to them with [...]
19 Mar
Recently i spent some time with my Grandmother. She told me about her Potato soup recipe. It made us both hungry just talking about it, so as soon as i got home, i made up a batch. It was surprisingly simple to make, and made a wonderful warm meal on a rainy night for three [...]
28 Oct
I was expecting this on Tuesday night actually. I encouraged a sizable group of people i was hanging out with to linger and await the onset of the eclipse. And there was no eclipse. I felt silly… But, last night’s performance was worth waiting 24 hours, suffering any social embarassment for. [...]
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