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the mean girl, or someone's in-between girl
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|10:21 am] |
I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.
-- Dave Eggers, What is the What: The Autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng |
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| Italian Images, music |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:45 am] |
Soundtrack is L'Elisir d'Amore/Una furtiva lagrima, by Donizetti, sung by Enrico Caruso. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|07:57 pm] |
The time had finally arrived for him to acknowledge her brothers as family. He didn't feel rushed. He stared at the strapping young men and suddenly felt as though he were in the presence of giants. He was both humbled and in awe of them.
They were God's answer to his prayers. All those years of anguish and terror, in the dark hours of the night when desolation threatened to devour his very soul, he had prayed for a miracle.
And all along God had already given him four.
He had been truly blessed. He had a wonderful daughter, a noble son-in-law, and now...
"It appears I have four sons."
For the Roses by Julie Garwood |
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| A History of Love by Nicole Krauss |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|01:09 am] |
"Are you the happiest and the saddest right now that you've ever been?"
"Of course I am."
"Why?"
"Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you." |
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| I, Asimov - Isaac Asimov |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
"I would rather write than do anything else. In fact, some wise guy, knowing of my penchant for gallantry to young women, asked me during a question-and-answer session once, "If you had to choose between writing and women, Dr. Asimov, which would you choose?"
I answered instantly, "Well, I can type for 12 hours without getting tired." |
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| The Duel by Anton Chekhov |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|01:23 am] |
The beauty of poetry and holiness of love are simply the roses under which they try to hide its rottenness. Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us. |
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| Tweets |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|01:02 am] |
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| The Orchid Thief: A True Story of Beauty and Obsession by Susan Orlean |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|08:37 pm] |
"There are too many ideas and things and people, too many directions to go. I was starting to believe that the reason it matters to care passionately about something is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size."
I heard this in the film Adaptation and read this book. |
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| Two bits of poems~ |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | library | ] |
| [ | lost generation |
| | determined | ] |
| [ | one for the floorflushers |
| | radiohead | ] |
Sometimes I grow too thin to think,
almost invisible, a thread blown into
the gutter, or out into an open field:
a gleaming strand of beautiful long hair
carried in the beak of a swallow, to weave
into her nest; thin as the highest
violin string, trembling that note
just at the edge of our silence—
---from The Main Course by Michael Hettich
Now your nose; that I could eat,
like a pretty little Swedish meatball
lost in a saucepan after dinner. Alone
stacking dishes, who could resist
biting softly and tasting the coriander,
salt, and honey; remembering
the delight of eating when hungry?----from
The Picture of You with Lettuce on Your Head by Jeff Green
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|04:31 pm] |
my brother is working on this movie; he is a td at dreamworks.
he worked on this trailer, too; he said it was more of a pain
than the rest of the movie, but i don't really know what that means.
something about shot data. |
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| Love, grief, tenderness, sex and struggle. |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:59 pm] |
FROM DON DELILLO'S WHITE NOISE:
"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise."
"What if death is nothing but sound?"
"Electrical noise."
"You hear it forever. Sound all around. How awful."
"Uniform, white."
"Sometimes it sweeps over me," she said. "Sometimes it insinuates itself into my mind, little by little. I try to talk to it. 'Not now, Death.' "
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"All plots move in one direction," I told her grimly.
We held each other tightly for a long time, our bodies clenched in an embrace that included elements of love, grief, tenderness, sex and struggle. How subtly we shifted emotions, found shadings, using the scantest movements of our arms, our loins, the slightest intake of breath, to reach agreement on our fear, to advance our competition, to assert our root desires against the chaos in our souls. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|03:25 pm] |
i found all of the 90's revival episodes
of dark shadows online.
i'm fairly excited. i watched a little of it last night.
my presentation paper is nearly done, i have some gaps to fill in & then i need
to take screen captures of the path and smooth everything over.
i have been keeping track of all the quotes i gather from readings
here. i don't know
how to get rid of that little broken image
but i'll mess with that later. the cats are yawning. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this,--and all is mended,--
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
-Midsummer night's dream |
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| Hubris |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|10:11 am] |
I added, "Your hubris is showing. Again."
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