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[01 May 2009|06:23pm]
This is just a marker indicating that I really need to write about how totally insane things have been, maybe not even in livejournal, but SOMEWHERE.

This is ALSO now a marker to indicate that I really need to start deleting unread email from my inbox. I get an enormous amount of junk mail (well, most of it is from well-meaning activist-y groups that I never read) and I think we are up to like, 118 unread messages. How am I supposed to develop the psychic peace I need to finish my thesis with so many urgent demands from Code Pink haunting my inbox? I can hear them... LEEEEE... Impeach Cheney... (Those are the unread messages from last year, obviously).
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on the weirdness of everything and the smell of cleaning products [01 Dec 2007|11:56am]
"Yeah, they were a sight: going down the waterslide fully clothed, with their shoes on." - Dorothy the Custodian.
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On this week [29 Nov 2007|12:38am]
[ mood | indescribable ]

Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don't!

Edit: Actually, on further reflection, mostly you do.

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Friends Only [26 Apr 2007|11:06am]
Most of these entries are screened for vague paranoia's sake. However, if you add me I will likely add you back because I'm pretty much too curious about everything.
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On Bushwhacking which is Spelled with an H [04 Feb 2007|11:38pm]
[ mood | tired ]

What if I started actually writing in livejournal again, that would be real funny.

This weekend in the woods in Vermont there was ice where the creek usually is. I bushwhacked up hills and down, through the snow. That sounds way more romantic than it was. There were low-down trees everywhere and my long green scarf kept getting caught in their branches. It was sort of like those inky pictures in Grimm fairy tales, with the princess who is banished into the woods, the trees reaching out at her with thin, gnarled fingers and grabbing at her delicate princess clothing (I was wearing a puffy purple jacket) and then there are usually trolls and princes later along the way?

But there were no trolls in this scenario, and no princes. There was Terry, but he was lost, and I don't think fairy tale princes get lost? I feel like a fairy tale prince would have a built in compass in his head. It comes with being part of the ruling fairy tale class, you get a compass built into your head at a very young age.

So, anyway, those are my thoughts on bushwhacking through really dense forests in the snow.

Here is a link to the American Bushwhacking Club. http://americanbushwhackingclub.org/

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puddle-wonderful [21 Mar 2003|08:35pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and



balloonMan whistles

-e e cummings

It's finally Spring. What a Spring-like day it was. The air is renewed, and even the thunder is comforting, like it's announcing a fresh start. Went to the park w/ Terry and had such a relaxing time. I love it there. Ate pretzels and potato chips and drank ice tea. Watched the patterns on the pond and in the sky and sang songs from car commercials.

I'm so amazingly glad this week of school is over. It has seemed way too long, and has been filled to the brim with work. Thank you, Ms. Heenan.

But tomorrow is Saturday and today is Spring and things are beginning to look on the side of better.

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