August 2010
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I’ve been in such a funk tonight, and I don’t know why. I wish I could figure out something to put my finger on, some way to succintly sum up why everything just rubbed me the wrong way. I wish grocery stores were open (it’s 2 am here) so I could get some eggs to throw at trees. That would help too.
July 2010
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“I Am Not Yours” Sara Teasdale I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your...
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“Millennium Map of the Universe by the National Geographic Society” Pattiann Rogers It’s a beautiful heaven, shining aqua arrangements on black, scattered chips of pure turquoise, gold, sterling white, ruby sand; dimmer clouds of glowing stellar dust ; beads like snow, like irregular pearls. Last week, I thought this heaven was god’s body burning, as in the burning...
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“If I accept the sunshine
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– Kahlil Gibran
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“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water”
– “First Things First”
WH Auden
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Day 44: 28 July 2010
When I was younger I collected postcards. My dad would get them from airports when he traveled, and a friend of my grandmother, Captain Tom, would send them to me from Buenos Aires and Australia. I still have them all, somewhere, in a pink pencil box. I still look for odd or interesting postcards when I travel, and few things make me smile like getting one in the mail. I remember what it was like...
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everything is subject to change My fingers surf the dunes of your skin, the t-shirt worn as a bandage, holding in your vessels and stations. You breathe again, bringing into your lungs this morning and all that I could be doing if it hadn’t been for you sleeping, the jarring break of you against the air in this bedroom. Here is the setting. Here is the conflict. And here is the resolution.
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Three Stories in Normandy Beach We rented it from the rich people for a year, delighting in faking like the Bennys. My father apologized for months that it never lost the stink of other fingers on the walls. Other shoes had chipped the door, other noses had run and pressed to the windows, watching the stars unveil over the ocean, the rain picking the clouds apart. We could taste the transit...
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Day 43: 27 July 2010
I’m officially back in Sarajevo on my own plan, which at the moment, is not much to speak of. And I’m trying to be ok with that. I have a very distinct Type A side, that needs plans and lists and goals sketched out for the next five minutes, the next five years. I also have a very distinct ‘surfer-bro’ side that just wants to chill and see what happens, and can’t stand the Type A side. The two...
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More new people!
Say it ain’t so!! Welcome and thanks!
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I’ve been in Dubrovnik for two days now- it’s beautiful. The way the air floats off the water, the sunbathing, the lemon trees everywhere— and it reminds me of home. Not that Seaside Heights has marble walkways or Manasquan a city wall, or Asbury Park has orange trees dropping their fruit all over the ground, or Brick has Roman architecture, but Dubrovnik is a tourist town, and...
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“I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and...”
– Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X (via thetimelime, lastchatwithphontaine) (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
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thatgirlfaren replied to your post: Followers! New!
YOU! You finally have a reply thing!
Yeah… I’m kind of an idiot and didn’t realize I didn’t have that on. Which is why, I assume, no one has ever replied to me… I hope.
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Day 32: 16 July 2010
Šejla has been teasing me about the almost obsessive way I’ve been painting my toenails this week- this blue, that blue, now this matte burgundy. I told her it’s become my rock garden, my Zen. And it’s been so hot that it’s hard to want to do more than paint my nails. Beyond that, it’s been a stealthy mission to try and reclaim my feet- I’ve never been comfortable with this aspect of my body. I...
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...”
– The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (via lifewithstan) (via giarae) (via actioncalvin) (via hennypotter)
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Day 31: 15 July 2010
Cigarettes and Recycling Two of the most consistently striking things I’ve seen in Bosnia are cigarettes and plastic bottles. To explain, it seems that everyone smokes. Cigarettes might be the bond between people that the UN has been searching for- Muslims, Catholics, Orthodox, men and women, young, old- smoking has no boundaries. Not only that, but it’s common to smoke just about anywhere. Bars?...
