| dear arizona, california and ukraine:
you come here rather often.
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| {Word of advice from my 12th grade english teacher: you can only start from where you are.
and hopefully where you are is not in a tent following the german army}
The procrastination ridden xanga entry (occuring usually on the eve of 15pg paper due dates):
This morning was excellent. I woke up early to rain and gray skies, cloudy light and cool air pouring through the window. I just stayed in bed for about 45 mins after waking up, dozing listening to rain and squawking geese.
right now im writing a paper for philosphy of art. kind of.
BENSON: Improviational dialogue
MARION: adorational (can i say that?) brilliance
PONTY:internal meaning, NOT X or Y or Z
DANTO: knowing your art world= knowing the painting
Thats a little better: reducing long meaningful texts into clips, commercialized knowledge cut off from its context. exactly what i should not be doing.
I am feeling slightly melodramatic and distracted.
what i have been thinking about lately:
-how i like making things, like food and wrapping paper
-when working from a particular, mind stumping problem- appealing to a univeral solution, again reduced to particularity, can very very helpful in practical problem solving,
-how i wish i could write beautiful poetry, be a good speller, have taken medieval thought this semester intstead of next spring
-that i hope i can sleep next to a window next semester
-how everyone in Burghatory is currently on facebook right now. except for me, i am on xanga.
-how dangerously easy it is to write someone else off while making exceptions for yourself
- How the reformation was so crazy and just makes me more confused about history and how it is integrated into the decisions we make now about our communities and theological positions.
-how being spoken to is so much more pleasant that being talked at.
- HOW I WISH THAT GROUNDHOG DAY WAS NOT MISSING FrOM THE LIBRARY- so if you have it, please return it.
----how much i love dashes---- |
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| i had a wonderful dream on sunday afternoon:
my sister was engaged to prince and they were really happy together. |
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| well folks, its looking like:
*alaska for a month
*farming/berry picking/community living- (im looking forward to some hard physical labor)
*maybe some chicago and definitely some tucson!
this'll be a good one! |
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| For some reason, no matter what museum you go to in paris, you will always find some grotesque depiction of John the baptists head on a platter.
anyway, my visit was glorious.i sat in the parks, watched old men play bocci ball
and little children get shushed in a museum,
bought baguettes and chocolate
stumbled upon the beginnings of angry ideas and students striking for some rule they are unhappy about,
visited old english book stores and found an old treasure in the form of a forgotten poem, stuffed between the pages of modern america
talked to my mom, and we listened to each other
visited my old courtyard and balcony view
posed for a picture in front of the gates of hell
practiced my angry french face on the metro
looked at rodin's beautiful hands
so all in all, i'd say the trip was absolutely wonderful
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