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Last night dreams came into the darkness of sleep like a movie falling into a quiet theatre. A father and child were the characters - they were African and they were outside and it was day. Nearby a man stood firm holding a gun diagonally across his chest - he was power. The father and child were caught in his trap, how they fell, I do not know. One thing was clear though, inherently I knew the

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Today I helped hang the works for a benefit art auction that will take place tomorrow evening. It was a very satisfying day. The morning started with 150 pieces of art living in bubble wrap in boxes wedged amongst other artwork, and a few hours passed and voila! an exhibition full of inspiration and beauty and creativity and perspectives a large bright room.I worked with one other person on

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It has been an incredible summer that flew by, my summer migrated on to another part of the world and now it is fall in New York and my blog has returned from hibernation, a hiatus, a cessation of sorts.My life has changed quite in a wonderful way, a new career, a new set of experiences, a lot to learn. My reading self has risen again from a dormant stage that shouldn't have occurred. A trip to

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UntitledI heaved the heavy box up and extended my knee so that it would become a table while the tips of my fingers pushed themselves into the gridded slots. I didn't want to lose my hold and I didn't want to look clumsy. I felt her eyes on my back and wondered if they were critical or admiring. What shirt? What belt? Did it even matter? She was of a different caliber. She was beautiful. I opened

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Today the sun was out for what seemed like the first time in weeks and the sky was bright blue and it all was a shock. It had been raining so much that my umbrella was always put to use and it would rain all day and all night. I was riding the subway yesterday and realizing a very simple thing: the subway doesn't allow daydreaming because I can't stare out the window at the passing landscape and

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This summer I would like to temporarily find all the things I am looking for. I would like to read in the evenings on a veranda with waves crashing below and my skin salty and my limbs deliciously achy from a bike ride through sunflower fields. This summer I would like to be active enough and make the small change I want in the world; I want to be motivated and spread my cause and have others

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It is Saturday morning and my mother and I woke up in out sweet little b&b - Abaco Inn on Julia Street half a block off Duval and Highway One in Key West. Our room is so lovely - baby blue, quiet and tranquil. Windows look out on tropical vegetation rustling on beach breeze and a white clapboard building that looks like it needs a little paint in a good way. Today we are going to sit in the

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http://etext.virginia.edu/cgi-local/DHI/dhi.cgi?id=dv1-18

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Well, this is what it was like in New York today, this is after my yoga class, before brunch:http://www.idonothingallday.com/pressure.htm

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DIAMONDS, A PIECE OF FICTION, TRUE FICTIONby Heather ChristensenAnd my throat closed and my limbs grew heavy and I closed my eyes to shut out the world and to black out my existence and to remove the scenery of my living room. The soft velveteen cream couch no longer supported me. The sun streaming in from the windows was not beautiful.I looked at the coffee table and my eyes focused on the

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So, my blog has become almost a burden. I have been living and I have not been writing. The lack of recording events is a shame because as I think back, the memories are less crisp because they have so many other layers on top. A fine piece of art with a dusty piece of glass. First things first, it is 57 degrees right now, and I went running this morning and it is a grey, rainy day and it feels

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Today I was very pleased with the art I saw in Chelsea. I originally went to see Erwin Olaf at The Hasted Hunt Gallery and on the way was lured into The Jack Shainman Gallery to see "Faking Death: Canadian Art Photography and the Canadian Imagination". I think that a show with more than 15 artists is very hard to curate and this show was captivating. To veer off subject, the pieces there reminded

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On "Curating The Whitney Biennial: An ArtForum Roundable" at The New School, Tishman Auditorium. Monday, January 23, 2006 at 6:30 PMThe curators present: Klaus Kertess, Louise Neri, Elisabeth Sussman and Marcia Tucker, Chrissie Iles, Phillippe Vergne.It was a mob to get in. There were hundreds of people in the foyer waiting to pick up tickets as well as a wait-list line 40 people long. The

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I haven't put a pen to paper for a while though my mind has been very active recently and last night I was thinking about adult life and when I go away for a weekend I get a clear picture of my life because I have stepped away from my city, my friends, my workplace, my everything and I can look into my life like down at a city from a plane or peering into a dollhouse.And one interesting thing - I

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Fictional, Truly FictionalDecember 27, 20058:30 pmJust sat down in my premier seat Virgin flight leaving from Heathrow. The traffic from Devon was absolutely horrible. The traffic into the airport was even worse. Moving a few miles an hour then stopping moving and stopping every time a car braked my temper almost flared and my frustration grew, and then when the road would curve and allow me to

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It snowed and snowed while I slept and when I woke up this morning and immediately looked out the windon in Christmassy-type anticipation there were huge flakes coming down and the top edges of tree branches and the top edges of railings were covered and this is my favorite view of snow.I just got back from three errands and each of these errands distinctly reminded me I live in a very rich city.

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Here is some info on the de Young museum:http://www.thinker.org/deyoung/visiting/index.asphttp://www.arcspace.com/architects/herzog_meuron/de_young.htmlHerzog & de Meuronde Young MuseumSan Francisco, CaliforniaConstructed of warm, natural materials, including copper, stone, wood and glass, the new de Young blends into and complement its surroundings.BOOK:The de Young in the 21st CenturyA Museum

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This article is hilarious but also strangely disturbing because I feel like I am in the descriptions:http://www.xanga.com/masaboteur?nextdate=8%2f8%2f2005+22%3a16%3a11.710&direction=nAlso, see my friends new online boutique at www.maneaterthreads.com

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I didn't know that December 1 was Aids day and museums cover the art. Also see: http://www.lighttounite.org/

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Words: how they are everywhere. There are thousands in a subway car in New York: they are in conversations being spoken, books being read and thoughts in the head. Words are like a strong smell - barely noticable because they are always in the environment yet there are so many words that I have not been introduced to yet. "Anachronistic, we have not met yet" and then we shake hands and then I

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BehemothPreternaturalAncillaryTendentiousUntrammeledMeglomaniaMessianicLuridEffulgentImpastoedStentorianSkeinsHagiologuPropitiousPanoplyKleg-Light

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October October October oh October.And the number 5.We are five days into this month and 24 days away from Haloween. We are six months away from my birthday and five months away from Julius Caesar's death. We are seven months away from the anniversary of the completion of Brooklyn Bridge and we are 12 hours away from breakfast.We are one block away from a deli, more or less above a good

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The New York Times October 4, 2005Editorial: AppreciationsVernacular FacesIt is just an illusion, of course, but it seems to me that the very faces in Mike Disfarmer's photographs - now on exhibit at two Manhattan galleries - have gone out of fashion as surely as the hairdos and print dresses and pressed overalls his subjects are wearing. For nearly 50 years, Disfarmer, who died in 1959 and whose

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That particular night at the Cinderella Club, Illona Knight was performing and my life changed. I don't remember who opened the show but it was some young sassy girl with a gardenia in her hair and white heels. She didn't have a voice.At the door, I decided to step back outside to have my shoes shined and for a quick cigarette and to delay. John and Harrison were supposed to meet me by the bar

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Irving Penn, from Platinum Prints, A book that I recommend viewing."I share with many people the feeling that there is a sweetness and constancy to light that fills into a studio from the north sky that sets it beyond any other illumination. It is light of such penetrating clarity that even the simple object lying by chance in such light takes in an inner glow, almost a voluptousness."Next, http:

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Writer/director by Rodrigo García:"In my imagination women want the things they want—justice, love, shoes—with a fierce and often secret passion and a longing and a melancholy and a loneliness that makes men's desires seem unrefined and short by comparison…"

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Well, tonight I normally attend my writers group but I have elected to attend the quarterly Whitney Museum Volunteer Meeting. This will be my first so I am not sure what to expect.Last night I worked my 2 hour shift at The East Village Co-Op and it is such a different scene that my normal dramatic life. Ultimately it is a scene with a cast of characters that I recognize but I have not had

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So, ignited by a friend, have been really thinking about the amount and types of ambition in our generation and there are key variables that dictate the levels of attitude and characteristics that exist.I think a large variable in defining the actions of individuals in human groups is the concept of "losing face". It is an entirely horrible situation to be in and I think individuals avoid this

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Written by GTerrific does sound funny, now that you mention it.No longer the iron curtain or the berlin wall but the divide betweeneast and west in manhattan is bridged by temple bar. =)I went to 5 Ninth last night and my friend from LA smartly remarked thatNew Yorkers are so desparate for green that they think a wall coveredwith ivy constitutes a "nice green space." I thought this was

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25 is an interesting age. I was a bit tentative of it when it was approaching it. I wasn't sure if I had sundries in my pack to make it through the desert and now that I am here in the twenty-five span and involved in the year, I feel the engine is revving and the throttle is open. I am not sure where the destination is, but that is part of the mentality. What if the power that I can hear and the

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As I was tying a trash bag I thought how unnaturally beautiful it would be to consume nothing in New York because it is beautiful to have everything. It is understood that everyday a woman can and should display a different array of clothes and bags and shoes and jewelery and lip color. New York with her diverse seasons allows every single day to have a different temperament to dress for and a

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Well, it is August and ha! quite a few things have happened the last few weeks. Hospitals and Farmers Market and Yoga and Cooking and Reading and Walking and Parties and Running. I am quite excited because I am heading to North Carolina in a few. I will be walking amongst trees and swimming in rivers and running around in the wilderness and I am so very excited by all this. I have outgrown New

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There is an interesting article in the op-ed section of the NYT today entitled French Family Values by Paul Krugman regarding French culture and French families in comparison to Americans. A large part of the article discusses the difference of priorities to performance. Brooding on this for a few minutes it caused me to think of what I heard about The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People and

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It is mid summer and it is blistering hot and the last thunderstorm seemed like a long time ago and I haven't excitedly watched lightning across the sky from a window like I did last summer. I did not walk midday for 15 blocks in a downpour like I did the summer before only to walk across Washington Square to find $80 in a puddle. This summer feels very different. There were incredible adventures

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Zelig (ZEL-ig) noun: A chameleon-like person who can change his or her persona to fit in any surrounding; one who appears to be present everywhere and unexpectedly associated with famous people or events.Book rec: Lonely Dove

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Where have I eaten recently that I would like to review?I ate at Lola's Mexican in Brooklyn last night and I had the worst burrito of my life. The chicked was dry but shamefully flavored by rosemary. I am into fusion, but I am not about to wait 20 minutes for a burrito at a fastish food Mexican restaurant and have it not be mexican.

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See my alternate blog:http://thepressureofwriting.blogspot.com/

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PoetJacques Prevert

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Creativity is inspired by groups of people existing andd thinking together charged with solitary time and ideas being allowed to rise. Perhaps a working definition. And then creativity is also ignited by necessity and pushed forward by need. Silkscreening political propaganda back in the day was once highly creative. Now it is almost trite and is the outfits of urban dwellers. And there are so

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Best name:Joy DangerfieldBest line overheard:"and he comes from a family of spies"best cause for a bruise:climbing a fencebest time to get caught in the rain:after eating indian foodbest day at work:surrounded by models

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Last year, I enjoyed walking through the streets of New York to view the variety of lingo, brands, exclamations, sexual offerings and other words displayed across t-shirts in velvet iron-ons, strong fonts, large text, tiny text. This year, I have seem quite a different selction of shirts. Perhaps Urban Outfitters changed their tune. Last year, my most commonly seen tshirt was Virginia is for

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We had such an amazing weekend. I have finally fallenback into the typical New York life such as the one Ilead when I first moved here. Thursday was a sublimelygood dinner at Extra Virgin then friends off to a bar for endless hours of fun, fuz ball included, then to another bar, late and not really remembering,jumped into a bike cab in search ofel tigre. friday evening take a nap, order pho,

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http://www.vestige.org/nabokov/lolita/interview.html

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Thank you for writing The Mobility Myth, questioning the American Dream; it is an interesting subject that I have thought about both while growing up in California and whilst living in Manhattan for the last two years. I have chosen to work in the arts while many of my new yorker friends are in banking and in law, a few in health care. One thing that has continually struck me is the width and

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I am about to analyze New York City and the way people interact and think of their persons, their belongings, their buildings, their emotions. I am interested in the way eyes see things and colors. What is normal here? What is extravagant? What exists on every block? What is different from block to block? But I suppose I should tell you a little something about your writer, your chooser of words.

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I am purposefully opening my own literary world again.Last night I went to a bookstore alone. I was alone because I was without the purpose or the desire to buy a book. I went to the bookstore alone to see what books were on the shelves. Afterwards, after seeing the books, and reading pages, and filling my eyes with letters, I wanted to hear words. I went to a reading of Russian Literature.On

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Thought from yesterday:"Today has been a rare day. I have done two things that I have not done in months: boil a kettle and walk through a parking lot."From my writers group opening writing sessions:So much to say and so much I have seen and so many activites, and on the subway maybe 4 or 5 times already today. On the computer for hours and hours typing my journal of A. and going to Washington

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Thought from yesterday:"Today has been a rare day. I have done two things that I have not done in months: boil a kettle and walk through a parking lot."From my writers group opening writing session:So much to say and so much I have seen and so many activites, and on the subway maybe 4 or 5 times already today. On the computer for hours and hours typing my journal of A. and going to Washington

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I am going to tell you a few experiences and then atheory that formed recently. I used to archive imagesfor a photographer and she had portraits from peopleliving around the world: Ghana, Argentina,Connecticut. I noticed that many of these faces had asimilar expression. It was unusual for something to beso transient and seperated by so many miles to beubiquitous. I thought and thought and then I

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Well, back in New York not quite two weeks, and here I am. The clocks have changed by the hour, one day it will rain and then next the sun will be out. One day I will be an internet fiend and then next another thing entirely. Revising a resume is a odd situation, it is kind of like a regime of situps or going to the gym, making yourself look good, almost artificially, by examining contours and

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Things have changed recently and I have broken my patterns, my rules and broke up with my job, scratched out my address, turned in my keys, encased my clothes in bags, slipped my books into artificial nests; they miss shelves. I, though, am still very much alive. I am being a little patient with my time and my space and my existence, and an entire city and I can go anywhere and elongate my steps,

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A film, two hours, three characters,five relationships, and the girlbecomes a boxer.The trainer becomers her friend,her father, her mentor.She fights to box.She fights for her dream.She fights her past, She loves her memoriesof her father. The trainerhas sins and a daughter.The trainer goes to church.The trainer understands the body,the muscles, the punches.The trainer has mistakesin his heart.

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Clear your mind, clear your mind with sponges and soap and a little windex perhaps. Clear your mind so that things are in order, clear your mind using magnetic grouping of thought, place all people who exist in your thoughts, take them to the park of your mind as balloons and attach those balloons of thoughts of your mother and sister and friend to the bench in the park. Tie those balloon

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What an awesome day at the musuem: got to work placing the dots of "i" on walls and commas and single letters on vinyl on the walls of the galleries in the morning and then had three excellent conversations (1. resumes, 2.Brasilia, 3.Art Magazines ) and then ate Tres Leches to celebrate a birthday. All afternoon have been running around with a level, hammer and lips used to hold nails and

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So, on Saturday I when I took the train out to see the brooklyn apartment, across from me, in the three-person subway seating was a caucasian woman, an asian man and their beautiful child; the father was reading a book and the mother and daughter were going through a new hello kitty pouch of plastic things. On the train back from the apartment, in the exact same scenario was an asian woman, a

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chiaroscuro: The treatment of light and shade in a work of art, especially to give an illusion of depth. http://koti.welho.com/alaari/lodger/

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ahh in the office on saturday morn. i just ate a bowl of oatmeal that i made. pleasing to be able to make things. stirring milk and oats then a minute later pushing clothes into a washing machine. clothes that will spin around in water and soap in attempt to become clean and fresh. i spin around in new york in clothes and snow and people and words and art and events and i sometimes become

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Hi H- Finally got to a computer in Capetown.  Arrived in Capetown last night and it is stunning.  Tablemountain was lit up and just is a mountain in the middle of the city, breathtaking.  The weather is fabulous and I already am getting an AFrican glow.  Arrived into J'burg which is not the nicest city from what I saw.  Felt very unsafe as a woman and it is a huge sprawling city with no

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kendo event japanese tea ceremony how make moshi friend chicken 7 mile race in central park perfect brunch: 1 eggs benedict 1 smoked salmon bagel. snow storm and conversation. snow symphon faure french horns and flutes oliva and rum with cinnamon happy ending martinis snow brawl: "Dear snow birds, Even though I'm in a concrete box in mid-town for due diligence, hung over and bleary-eyed, and on

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I was really excited to see that a photograph that I had seen at a strange small art exhibition with AH in May and recosgnized then as interesting to be seen in the Bonni Benrubi gallery. Made me feel that the art gods tapped me on the shoulder to say you have the eye and now the rest of my body has to get through the vaulted door into the art world. It seems so closed. At the gallery there were

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"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. and the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will

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1. At NYC's elegant PM Lounge 50 Gansevoort Street, NYC Tuesday, January 18th 8pm-11pm http://www.nyctsunamibenefit.org/ 2. Tsunami Benefit: HotCookie P.O. Box 804 Santa Barbara, CA, 93102 phone/fax: 805.564.2397 info@hotcookie.com www.hotcookie.com 3. latincollector will be participating in the Tribeca Gallery Association's Second Wednesday Nights event this upcoming Wednesday, January 12th

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this is a great point. in my classes and discussions about "commercial" vs. "fine art" i usually point out that the sistine chapel ceiling was a commercial assignmnet.

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Excerpts. Dec 21, Flights. New York>Chicago>Heathrow. Alice is sitting next to me, the wheels are dropping and creaking out of the plane. My jeans are wet from spilled champagne, it is hazy outside. Hours ago, outside Citibank on Bleeker I caught a cab, sweating under my wintercoat and two scarves. Late, I was taken to the airport reportedly in 26 minutes, as my cabbie was proud to announce his

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Arrived in England, and went to Polly's Teahouse in Marlborough with my mum and sister. Soon after drove by stone hendge, through wiltshire, through devon and then arrived happily in Dittisham and now are bathed, fed on Indian curry, decorated the tree, absorbed the christmas carols sang outside out front door, hung lights and mistletoe, watched a few hours of pride and prejudice (frustrated by

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Wearing a scarf wrapped around by head while I sit in a hut tapped onto a rooftop in NY. Below me are six layers of different loft spaces.Whirling around the hut is wind. And snow. AND cold air. There is no thunder, no humidity, no strolling, the fingers typing stiffly represent the twigs of cold winter. There are no leaves for leaves are luxurious. Leaves are Gentle. Leaves Create dappled light

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I was enjoying a glass of wine in a darkly cozy bar when the large windows revealed the patterns of snow falling diagonally across the street, snow is captivating because it moves slowly. Wine is delicious because it moves slowly.

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just made Kugel for a party. recipie given to me a woman who swam last week with great white sharks. we were at a party on the upper west side. it was monday night. afterwards, i went to the merc bar to pick up a credit card. was given a glass of champagne instead, and talked of accents and iq. just typed 400 addresses, Soon for me, Porta Portese, the coolest open-air market in Rome, is a

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i am planning to write my blog soon entitled one weekend six parties it was madness last night i drank 4 glasses of champagne on a red velvet couch with a view of 3 picassos. this is only one of the 6.

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AMJ and I went to lunch at 12 Chairs on McDougal and in an empty Russian/Lebanese Café, alone in the corner sat Byork, she ordered proscuitto and chicken salad. She as wearing magenta tights and silver heels. Then her song came on the radio. The waitress flipped out. A fire occurred on 6th Ave. The sky was pink on 25th and 8th Ave at 7 am this morn. A few rain drops fell.

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What has been going on in the world recently. I am little concerned about the state of the dollar. Especially after reading a little international review of currency in The New Yorker. Yet to read the economist. No classification meant by captitalizing on titles. No pun meant on capitalization. All spelling errors are unenforced. Ace. Non-sensisical is my middle name. Re-read the above for

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today should be celebrate photoshop day.

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The Daily Rituals. Patterns of Life. Migration of Animals. Natural Consumptions to Perpetuate Activity. Work and Leisure fall into Space and Time. Language of Color and Technology of Photography. Culture in the Country wood water hands, Urban Culture frenzied with multitudes of meaning. Expose for Shadows Develope for Highlights. jpg. The Art of Life: You Lead an Expert Life. You possess an

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Yesterday I had the good fortune to be taken on a personalized tour of the American Museum of Natural History. There were five of us in the underwater deep sea creature section, there were five of us looking at stuffed polar bears, there were five of us reviewing the percentage of reserved land in the continents of the world. There were five of us looking at black and white photography of the

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Well, there is something within me that chooses the pear and fig sauce rather than apple sauce at the local deli and also, there is something within me that

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To:Heather Hey Look There's Your Apartment http://www.dannygregory.com/weblog/archives/2004_10.html#000266 Now, I found this: http://www.imagination3.com/FrameSet Guy from my graphic design class sent this: http://www.livejournal.com/users/bouncechrissy/155638.html Just some of the sites i keep talking about. www.woostercollective.com www.banksy.co.uk www.stickernation.net www.ewokone.com

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A little shocked that I am coming up to the one year anniversary of writing a blog. I don't think of myself as a blog writer or as a cat owner or a lot of tags that are a part of my identity. Though I don't think of myself as a marathoner I am definitely excited excited excited. Excited. Excited. Well, talk about an egotistical blog entry, thanks mum and ali for a great party, thanks argentine

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I voted today by switching old fashioned metal knobs on a massive metal machine that scared me to death. I have never seen such a thing. I imagine it is what the operators in World War II and operators in romantic black and white movies used to use when they switched telephone cords to "make the connection". First I hand to swing a large red handle that looked suspiciously like the handle on

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Incredibly dislike my last entry. I found this scrap of paper in my desk drawer that was partially trapped in an ink pad so most of the small square of paper is now jet black, this is what I believe it used to say, before it absorbed pools of ink after it absorbed my scratchings of ink. "There are different types of moon- they are not all ____ and the moon opposes the sun, which falls everyday

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Well, this is a collection of things I have been thinking about and writing to friends, and they have been brilliant in starting the dialogue. I was explaining to Jk that I have felt like a leaf, an orange leaf in the fall, falling off the tree and artificially been put in a blender that should make margeritas yet there are with me a hundred other leaves and I suppose tequila which represent

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I really feel like a traveller when I am standing still, in the cold of the night, not moving on a silent train platform. A child cries. A breeze arrives. Nothing takes a step. And I stand still with two feet locked to the platform. I am travelling though, by not being in bed at 5:40 am on a cold black morn. I stand alone, save for a suitcase, writing a small poem on a museum brochure from a

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Occasionally on the subway, I see hands moving in sweeps, and I think they are sewing, but, I am wrong. All I see hands doing are pressing buttons. The hands are occupied on their own accord. Busy with lots of appointments with numbers and letter. Pressing the buttons on a blackberry, ipod, cell phone, keyboards. Pressing buttons or diversifying when pulling out a credit card, or holding

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R.D. Laing "A finger points to the moon" Put the expression a finger points to the moon in brackets [a finger points to the moon] The statement: ‘A finger points to the moon is in brackets’ is an attempt to say that all that is in the bracket [ ] is, as to that which is not in the bracket, what a finger is to the moon Put all possible

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A beautiful warm clear day, where at 7:30 am I saw golden light falling on tall tall buildings and each window had its own personality and chose how to respond to the sun. Are you listening to the debate? billions, finally, health care plan, federal government, award, war, liberal, create government sponsored health care, ruin quality of health care. really? are you sure? punitive. limitations,

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Man at his best, like water Serves as he goes along: Like water he seeks his own level, The common level of life, Loves living close to the earth, Living clear down in his heart, Loves kinship with his neighbors, The pick of the words that tell the truth, The even tenor of a well-run state, The fair profit of able dealing, The right timing of useful deeds, And for blocking no one's way No one

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Poem: I asked my bartender, "Where are you from?" He said, "Minnesota". I was not surprised. I had asked my bartender where he was from because I had never seen a smile like his before. Where was his smile born? A slow sure gentle present* smile. He smiled at myself and he smiled at my friends. He smiled for existence. He was not smiling for humor or as a greeting or for anything that opens a

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stifled day. image i adore: http://www.mfa.org/artemis/fullrecord.asp?oid=36955&did=700#Provenance

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Ezra Stoller - photographer www.amivitale.com via Jocelyn toilet paper toothpaste dish washing powder cereal cat litter spinach MORE T SHIRT SIGHTINGS Love is a game - catch it with both hands. ANOTHER T SHIRT SIGHTING Code Poet. Kate: What is your favourite nail polish color? Amaury said: Look at the sun's petals! What painting would you like in your living room? Sometimes I really like

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just spent a morning talking with a screenwriter who lives in the building and wanted me to see his photo works, then went for an egg and cheese sandwich made deliciously special with sweet onions and a salad at Ino and the whole experience lovely because my waiter had eyelashes thicker than chocolate that sprayed away from hie eyes like firecrackers. i think the metaphor police are out to get me

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T-shirt viewed while running near the Hudson River: Love is a Battlefield. T-shirt viewed three times in one week: Ithaca is Gorges. T-shirt viewed on an overweight bald man: As Is. T-shirts viewed at Jack Johnson concert: I am not lazy I just surf a lot. and Time is an Invention. and Player and on the back of a t-shirt: Don't Look Back. Thinking about time in elevators. also thinking

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Right now... an egg shell lays next to a broken lightbulb in my trash; the two appear as siblings. I wonder what else is related in a landfill. It is refreshing to go running to The Tip of Manhattan and find a fisherman there bidding me good morning. On this windy day, a man sleeps on a bench next to his wheelchair. The most impactful accessory is a yoga mat. It instantly makes me the least

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Where do New Yorkers go for Labor Day Weekend? JH: Cleveland BH: Philadelphia EJ: Santa Barbara RR: Philadelphia WM: Amarillo SH: North Carolina HC: Brooklyn store@mossonline.com we are planning to eat drink be merry dance sail run go to queens (ps1) have a picnic open bottles of champagne have brunch tango go to japanese hair salons perhaps a massage converse discuss buy plane tickets pull

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Now I understand the meaning of these three phrases. Sleeping while walking. Throwing money around. Vernissage: opening night of exhibition - varnish drying. "What else do I need to bring other than sailing clothes and party clothes?" AC

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Just ate so many blueberries I almost made myself sick. I am embracing summer ultimately in these last few days, nervous that my time on the sidewalks will be reduced in the next six months. My time in t-shirts. Thanks to floral skirts and summer for your motion. My feet will be encased on shoes, those little suitcases for the feet and then the sweater will begin. Sweater sweater alas oh colored

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DRAFT ITINERARY FOR ALICE AND HEATHERSUMMER 2004 All can be changed according to the weatherMonday, July 26Alice arrives. Mum picks up – afternoon maybe National Portrait Gallery as good portrait exhibition. Go to Henry’s café – Leon. Stay with Jossy or Jo and Maisie?Tuesday July 27Heather flies in. Drive to Devon - Maybe stop for break at Simon Brint’s mansion in Somerset, Michael bouillabaisse

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Zambia Airspace clearance received! finally many other millions of things occurred today. truly a great day,

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593908710550659641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164762.post-1092933354455773382004-08-19T08:50:00.000-07:002004-08-19T09:35:54.456-07:00

I was walking down the street and saw a Great Dane going pee and then I caught a homeless man laughing at the expressions on my face. A Burger King commercial is being filmed on Thompson and Prince right now: Porto Rico coffee is still there. Standing hearing milk being steamed I look out the window and the window is a window and the coffee shop is a stage and the glass looks out on many men and

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593908710550659641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164762.post-1092689824584510312004-08-16T13:03:00.000-07:002004-08-16T13:57:04.586-07:00

A recount of my english summer vacation in a delicate manner. Memories lifted fron my journa. Monday August Second. Dartmoor with A, G, Mum and Bess. A long walk across a few bridges and stepping stones, along an avenue of Heather, through a belt of trees, by some sheep, horses and cows, thunder starts to roll and then two hours into the walk, the rain which needs to be defined as

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593908710550659641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164762.post-1091670969903829282004-08-04T18:50:00.000-07:002004-08-04T19:18:37.390-07:00

still in england, it is a riot here, living within a rural scene and loving it - walking the dog through deep green fields then a dairy farm in a crease in the hill then had a cup of tea made for my sister and i while watching a doubles game of tennis on grass at a hotel which our friends own and saw the french cook who has been working here for 4 years and when i was a kid i helped out at the

Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593908710550659641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164762.post-1091396438028880992004-08-01T14:38:00.000-07:002004-08-01T14:40:38.026-07:00

Definitely leading the country life. Currently in Dittisham, Devon. I entered my shortbread into a cooking competion at our village horticultural show, I was disqualified because my shortbread was in stars and not rectangles. We went on a river beach barbeque this afternoon as well. My grandparents had a drinks party. Played tennis the other day. Went to the pub. Saw two friends get married on

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