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Interesting perception. I, however, seem to attract nothing.

faramones. think happy thought and clear your head and you might end up geting a giant marshmellow man

That whole pen bit cracked me up.

(And thank you for the compliments. )

See, if you'll notice, the really charming guys didn't say, "Nice boobs, come visit!" They just said, "Come visit!"

I don't even fully understand the boob comments; my boobs haven't seen the light of day on this here website. In fact, I only have one picture on here that shows even vaguely more than my head and neck. It makes no sense. They're inviting mystery boobs to come visit--and that seems like a bad idea to me . . .

Oh, if your cat's spelling shit out for you, I'd say you'd better heed her demands. That's an advanced cat, right there.

the crazy thing was, we saw another fawn curled up against another gravestone on the other side of the cemetery - and this is one huge cemetery. there's actually really great wildlife watching in the fields of the dead around here. once saw a fox running through an old jewish cemetery.

i would definitely not feel bad about telling you to get that book. i just noticed the sub-title is: quotations of astonishment and wonder. and that's what it is. some of the quotes are a little ho-hum, and some i don't get, but mostly i just sit there with this big grin on my face and this incredible feeling in my chest after every quote i read. plus, it's great for sending you off on mental tangents... obviously. were you my friend back in the day when i posted my essay called The Constant Yearning about how maybe the "god-shaped hole in our hearts" is really just our bodies and our "souls" trying to get back into harmony with the universe of which we are a part? maybe you were, maybe you weren't, but that whole essay was inspired by a quote in this book. what is Art & Fear about?

and dear, don't move back to ohio. the midwest isn't worth it. especially that evil, evil red state.

Are you using drugs again?

Yes. Yes and Yes. Ask a few people - you'll quickly see that we construct our own reality, and in turn, create and shift memories to better suit present conceptions.

Your post makes me glad that I'm not the only person who has thought about all this shit and come to these types of conclusions.

I thought that came out very eloquently, whether you'd just woken up or not.

I've always had the hardest time writing actual stories. Maybe what you just described is why I always stuck to poetry. *sigh*

We should start an SG writer's workshop, with weekly topics and themes and exercises and whatnot, if there isn't one already. It would give all of us who are stuck the chance to just write some shit and get it out there and see what happens, you know?

Hey, my man. Glad you're getting some lucidity. I've been out of the dream/OBE thingtoo much going on, need all of what little sleep I get right now. Classes: yeah, I'm teaching them along w/ some other members, also starting a study group. Not as fun as praxis (ie, group ritual), but a good way to get out of my own head for a while. Speaking of, sounds like you have some heavy stuff happening in yours. I don't have any great insights, but I sincerely hope you sort it out, friend. Ttys.

Be a good uncle. So many kids have no one to look up to.

Six Feet Under is a great fucking show. I actually had to leave the room during the finale so I didn't lose it entirely and start weeping like an idiot.

As far as Ani goes . . . As far as I'm concerned, she can do pretty much whatever she likes--fake bootlegs included. Ani almost always remains entirely above reproach in my eyes.

(Basically, I think part of the bootleg thing is that she'd already released two live double-discs--but she's too fucking amazing live not to record and release more.)

Ah, see, it's through the firm where my parents work. I've been one of the go-to kids for miscellaneous projects no one has time to do for years, so that's how I got in on it. It wouldn't be a from-home job if they had open computers in the office, but apparently they don't.

About once a year I have a great sex dream. I should write them down. I forget a couple day after.

Those guys from Uganda are so nice and energetic. I think they definitely are being taken advantage of.

The period of this deployment can never be set in stone. For now the return looks to be in September.

Later

i don't see the apocolypse in the photo. i just couldn't find anything else to post. but i suppose... it does represent the little life, the life that might make it long after the rest of us have killed one another.

yes, fort wayne. never been. sorry you have.

and i think it would certainly be neat to see the world through the eyes of a great writer, to follow him/her around for a few days. give you added insight into what you read. but probably not a horny writer. that'd be bad. strange to think of ginsberg as still alive. he's forever linked in my mind with The Merry Pranksters and also Jack Kerouac.

Now what?

Beer, of course!

Yeah, I'm not allowed to take any more political science courses--I think I'm slightly over the limit on the amount of credits from a single department one can count toward graduation. So this past year I've had to take one poli sci seminar each semester, to complete the major, and then three classes of whatever's as far away from poli sci as I can get.

Reflection made me break down in tears the first time I sat down and absorbed the lyrics.