I'm sitting here afrump in a pile of ruffled collars lamenting the broken down state of the washing machine, or more accurately the distance to the next openly accessible machine, wearing pants that are flummoxed with the residue of a dozen days' debris, my underwear serving only a nominal purpose as the waistband is intact but were one (whether mysterious stranger, guileless empiricist or just...
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My heart is a'burstin.
Summer synopsis: two-thirds drunken revelry, a nice kind of intimacy, tequila nights, bridges to new dawns alight with a fresh face, or a sunken solemnity, climbing out of the mire, regret as a quiet afterthought, miscellaneous duties calling, invisible responsibility, haplessly wandering between the lines, never a word spoken too soon, a simple and careless freedom, joyful sweltering afternoons spent lingering...
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Summer synopsis: two-thirds drunken revelry, a nice kind of intimacy, tequila nights, bridges to new dawns alight with a fresh face, or a sunken solemnity, climbing out of the mire, regret as a quiet afterthought, miscellaneous duties calling, invisible responsibility, haplessly wandering between the lines, never a word spoken too soon, a simple and careless freedom, joyful sweltering afternoons spent lingering...
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Yes.
I found this whilst rummaging through an old pile of rubbish; a docile and unassuming thing seeped in sleepless time and quietly accumulating the first trace-scent of history. It's a journal entry circa two years ago, cropped close (sort of) to the Arctic Circle. It's nothing very scintillating but it does impart one little anecdote I'd forgotten, which I will now proceed to feed verbatim...
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Quick words for a quick night:
Love is a four-letter word.
This is something I've always wanted to say (have I said it already?).
Listen a while: the heart is a jumpy thing.
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I really had much more to say, but this is all that came out.
Baby, baby, baby, you are so beautiful, beautiful beautiful.
Love is a four-letter word.
This is something I've always wanted to say (have I said it already?).
Listen a while: the heart is a jumpy thing.
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I really had much more to say, but this is all that came out.
Baby, baby, baby, you are so beautiful, beautiful beautiful.
A quick reaffirmation:
This video circumscribes the reasons I love Germans far better than my feeble and clumsy words ever could. This video is akin to a Koan, in that if you can fully intuit your way beyond the opaque hilarity and cultural fetishism, you may find yourself in grasp of great truths about this nation of misunderstood and angry peoples.*
*This last bit,...
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This video circumscribes the reasons I love Germans far better than my feeble and clumsy words ever could. This video is akin to a Koan, in that if you can fully intuit your way beyond the opaque hilarity and cultural fetishism, you may find yourself in grasp of great truths about this nation of misunderstood and angry peoples.*
*This last bit,...
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This is the kind of update that gets put up after a blogger (who is after all only human) has had a stupifyingly terrible week, but not one so bad that you don't hear from him/her at all. I wrote the first spoiler out as a vent a while ago, but decided it could use some perspective. Upon receiving said perspective, I realized it's tiresome...
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Tonight is the last hurrah - 13 hours left.
Endless hours spent staring at my belly button... I remember the pang of insecurity I felt (usually a kind of slow tidal ebb, this time a full force frontal) when a cherished one told me it was too big. I'd always thought it was rather formly, a nice provider of spectral diffusion, but this proportionality, this...
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Endless hours spent staring at my belly button... I remember the pang of insecurity I felt (usually a kind of slow tidal ebb, this time a full force frontal) when a cherished one told me it was too big. I'd always thought it was rather formly, a nice provider of spectral diffusion, but this proportionality, this...
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In the interim, here's a riddle I thought of while staring blankly at my applied math final:
Q: How does a cat alliterate?
Q: How does a cat alliterate?
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P.S. You'll Never Walk Alone. See you in Athens.
Sorry, I tend to fall off the boat this time of year.
At the moment, I'm feeling a brunt of stress from nearly every aspect of my life: academic, personal, social, and um... professional (hah!).
But no worries: I'm good at treading water.
The trip was, well, it was a trip. The kind you need a good half-week of vacation and detox from.
Nonetheless, it...
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At the moment, I'm feeling a brunt of stress from nearly every aspect of my life: academic, personal, social, and um... professional (hah!).
But no worries: I'm good at treading water.
The trip was, well, it was a trip. The kind you need a good half-week of vacation and detox from.
Nonetheless, it...
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Been 'sleep at the wheel, time just driftin by...
Next week I'll follow the path of certain migratory birds (albeit a few months behind) and embark on the second annual Roadtrip to and Exploration of the Fabled and Great American South (and Glorious Intoxified Discord). Presumably details will follow.
For now I'm too tired to describe the state of this encapsulated node of cognition and...
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Next week I'll follow the path of certain migratory birds (albeit a few months behind) and embark on the second annual Roadtrip to and Exploration of the Fabled and Great American South (and Glorious Intoxified Discord). Presumably details will follow.
For now I'm too tired to describe the state of this encapsulated node of cognition and...
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Crushes are brutal, no?
To use a tired analogy (as that is what I am): you're floating along, a simple cloud, smiling at the soft breeze, dashing yourself haphazardly about, awaiting the horizon...
And suddenly someone comes crashing into your life who's just so smart, pretty, motivated, nice, alive and full of the most intimidating adjectives (in a word, I'd say I'm awestruck) that you'd...
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To use a tired analogy (as that is what I am): you're floating along, a simple cloud, smiling at the soft breeze, dashing yourself haphazardly about, awaiting the horizon...
And suddenly someone comes crashing into your life who's just so smart, pretty, motivated, nice, alive and full of the most intimidating adjectives (in a word, I'd say I'm awestruck) that you'd...
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