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I read a poem. liked it. sharing it. [24 Jun 2007|10:32pm]
"I {Heart} My Wife" by Darlyn Finch

"I {Heart} My Wife"
the bumper sticker read
in the window of the pickup truck
ahead of me at the red light,
and I burst into tears
for no particular reason
I could explain
to the crossing guard on the corner
or even to the man driving the truck,
who looked quite ordinary,
and did not realize
those four happy words
could rip a woman's heart out
under certain circumstances,
when she's one man's abscessed tooth,
and another's dirty little secret.

Then I stopped to wonder,
as I blew my nose
and wiped my eyes,
whether the man had bought the bumper sticker
at all, or if his wife had perhaps
stuck it there,
in the window behind his head,
as a message to women like me,
whom she surely knows are sitting
at every red light
in every town,
wishing they could one day be
someone's
very best thing.
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Advice to Myself by Louise Erdrich [29 May 2007|01:57pm]
Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don't patch the cup.
Don't patch anything. Don't mend. Buy safety pins.
Don't even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don't even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don't sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we're all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don't answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don't read it, don't read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.
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"The Trees" by Phillip Larkin [14 Apr 2007|11:37am]
The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
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a poem... a good one [06 Apr 2007|10:45pm]
by Jack Gilbert

Failing and Flying

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of triumph.
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"The Past is Still There" Deborah Garrison [02 Feb 2007|08:54am]
oh yeah, this was the poem on Writer's Almanac on NPR this morning... i jsut liked it and wanted to post it.

The Past Is Still There

I've forgotten so much.
What it felt like back then,
what we said to each other.

But sometimes when I'm standing
at the kitchen counter after dinner
and I look out the window at the dark

thinking of nothing,
something swims up.
Tonight this:

your laughing into my mouth
as you were trying
to kiss me.
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[02 Aug 2006|08:58pm]
HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY, LINDSEY!!
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[23 Dec 2005|02:37pm]
http://www.banned-width.com/shel/works/playboy/newstnick/newstnick.html

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

follow that link, you'll love it. i do anyway.
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[23 Nov 2005|03:26pm]
Your 1920's Name is:

Tillie Lurline
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[09 Nov 2005|10:33am]
now i know this is going to sound crazy, but bear with me here---

i finally got a cell phone.
ha.

anyway my number is 459-1147
(which is strangley very similar to cliffs number.... what are the odds?)
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[01 Nov 2005|12:01am]
i would give 30-- no, $40 to not have to write this paper.
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mitch hedberg quotes [26 Oct 2005|07:55pm]
I got in an argument with a girlfriend inside of a tent. That's a bad place for an argument, because then I tried to walk out and slam the flap. How are you supposed to express your anger in this situation? Zipper it up really quick? Zipp. "Fuck you."

Read more...Collapse )
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[23 Oct 2005|12:02pm]
holy oh my gosh!
i was walking outside and i saw this tiny baby squirrel and he was wet and cold just hopping around. so i was standing there watching him and he starts bouncing toward me. i wait to see how close he gets and he came all the way to my shoe! and i mean touching my shoe. it kinda weirded me out for a second, so i took a couple steps away, (thinking this would scare him) and then he followed me! i felt so bad and i looked through my bag to see if i had any crackers to feed him or anyting... but i didnt. and ppl were starting to look at me like i was crazy.... but if i knew he was still out there id go out and feed him right now.

i love the wet baby squirrel and he loves me.

you should have seen him, his tail was still skinny and everything. he probably thought i was his mamma. and then i left him. im a horrible mother!

im in a serious moral dilemma here
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[20 Oct 2005|03:11am]
jhfwety jvknlskeo

this homework is impossible. i cant even FIND any &@$^&*(ing article to write about!

agggghhh
and now its 3, ive been working for over 2 hours and havent got a thing accomplished.

7 o'clock tomorrow morning and me arent going to get along well.
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dontcha know which clothes even fit me? [19 Oct 2005|03:35pm]
all the classes i liked and hate are changing around.
i know one thing, i hate jour 202. stupid reporting and newswriting. AP quizzes every week, a news story due monday.... a real one, not one we write to see if we're doing it right--one that i have to come up with, go out and interview and write about. it has to be new-we cant do anything that's already been published.

i dont want to.

and now i love art survey. i sit in there from 8-9 sipping my coffee and loving every minute of it. at first i couldnt stand my teacher's jokes, now i love them. go figure.

photography is still as stressful as ever, but it's really growing on me now. im sweaty and my feet are killing me from walking all over looking for pictures, but i like it.

and i like german now too.

ladedededededededeeee

one of the stones sisters just walked by me. and she's barefoot. isnt it kind of weird to walk around public places barefoot, or is that kosher now?
eh well.

shame on me for thinking warm weather was gone and forgotten because now im walking around in these not-too-comfortable shoes instead of the trusty flip-flops.

shame, shame, shame on me.



oooh, also jarrod got me these old-school microphones from ron's. so now i can lay down the mad beat-jams AND dj. i can say things like "we're gonna slow it down with a little al green now. sing along if you know the words."

he also got nunchucks and a fake boob. we were throwing the fake boob and coozies at the ceiling fan last night. it was a blast. we sat around and giggled everytime the rubber boob would be flung into the wall or when the coozie would fly by one of our heads.

....it's the simple pleasures in life....
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[19 Oct 2005|02:46pm]
sodas are $1.

i have $.94.

this is my day.
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[28 Sep 2005|02:45pm]
so tonight i need to go find someone interesting who i can take a controlled portrait of.....

who wants to go exploring with me!?
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disconnected [22 Sep 2005|06:21pm]
i have no internet! i know, its scary. apparently i have a virus and when resnet found out they cut me off. thing is, they called me a couple weeks ago (noel took a message) and i called them back, left a maessage on the machine for them to call me agin because i had no idea what was going on, and they never did. i had no warning.

so i had to come to the library to get my fix. i was also going to look for the resnet help line number, but i cant find it anywhere. oh, ok i found it.

oh me, got bethanys second party tonight, and tiffany's birthday dinner tomorrow--which i dont really want to go to because i cant esp afford to eat out and plus afterwards theyre all going out, but i cant because i am not 21 yet. ha, so i guess it will be back to beth's after that.


oooh, this is weird. last night when i get back noel and her boyfriend are laying in her bed asleep. so i just go to bed (i think i woke them up.) anyhow i swear that moring, early early, i heard noel saying something, and one or both of them were leaning over my bed looking at me.... or something. i just kept my eyes closed because i had no idea what was going on.
i also think i heard her saying something about how i talked to ppl about her alarm clock thing, and i got really paranoid about how she knew about that.

i dont know if i was hearing things or dreaming--- i dont think so though.

weird wild stuff.
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this just turned into a shitty day [20 Sep 2005|12:53pm]
[ mood | ticked off ]

oh no.

i was going out to get some pictures, and i cant focus or zoom my lens. it wont move.
flashback to last week when the strap slid off my shoulder as i was opening a door and my camera hit the hard concrete floor. i paniced--of course, but i thought i checked everything twice to make sure it was all ok.
i finally got the thing to budge, but not the way its supposed to. this is not good. so i decide to at least get the film i do have processed at the lab, but when i start walking back, my flip-flop-like sandal breaks. theres barely a strap hanging on, and i hobble along. i look like an IDIOT.
i just hoped i could get to my dorm without too much of an audience, then someone from my jour 202 class sees me and starts talking about an assignment. i was embarrassed and i think unintentionally rude to him.

oh, and on a lesser note, i ordered these sandals and green loafers from urban outfitters the other day, and i got an email today telling me that i aint gonna get the green loafers because theyre unavailable. I REALLY WANTED THE GREEN LOAFERS! they were only 10 bucks and i loved them and now that they are gone i love them even more.

sometimes i dont want to wear tennis shoes. and sometimes i dont want to wear flip-flops. I demand loafers, now!


BUT the good news is i saw the premiere of Arrested Development last night (barely.) also they won an emmy for best writing in a comedy series the other night. the mom character was up for best supporting actress and she really should have won, but the woman from everybody loves raymond won--probably just because that show isnt on anymore. not fair.

so if you guys are looking for something to watch on monday nights at 7:00---turn it over to fox and watch arrested development--its a really good show and not enough people watch it and i dont want it to get cancelled.

i feel like a dweeb advocating tv sitcoms on livejournal. but really.

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[26 Jul 2005|09:46pm]
oh-- i created a group on facebook for WOVO 105.3, so if you guys want to join, that would be fantastic.
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