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I’d have loved to live a thousand lives. When I was young I was anxious, and although I may be less so now, I still feel compelled to “go to work” on things, mentally, especially new environments...

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My brother graduated high school when I was 21, and the two of us packed up our cars and moved to North Carolina on a whim. I left a good woman behind, family. Mostly I was motivated by a certain...

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Depressed today. I tend to reach for this site when I’m depressed, in general. I never read my own entries, but I suspect I’d sound a bit like Eeyore from Winnie the Poo if I did. There are days ...

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Full disclaimer: I am thoroughly uneducated. In fact, antieducated might be a better term, if such a term exists. I attended college for a few years after high school sporadically, and only on s...

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I’m trying to type around a sleeping cat at the moment. Norah, our Tortie, has been having some extreme anxiety as of late. She’s just a bit of a high strung gal, country girl at heart- maybe not...

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The lady and I went for a stroll in the woods down by the river at dusk. Another hot late summer evening. Found this flower on the way, a ratty purple one that smelled like the inside of a tire a...

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Just had a queer old bit of memory fall into my lap. Some time before adolescence. Just before it. Autumn season, my dad in the kitchen. Or grabbing wood outside. A particular smell that I can’t ...

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What a glorious, hot evening. I grew up hating hot evenings, but have come to adore them. Time feels like it slows down to nothing. Warm eternity to float in. I’ve got some country music on the ...

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I’ll never get enough of strolling street lit residentials in the towns and cities in which I live. I’ve always done it. It’s as home to me of a thing as a hug from my mom. In the late summer- th...

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Remember this show? Paul McCartney said that song was the most beautiful song ever written, and it does something for me here. I vaguely remember the plot, having watched it probably over a deca...

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Went for a midnight bike ride through the neighborhood a moment ago. Tonight is one of those rare, once or twice a summer, hot and humid overnights. Like a piston chamber compressing gas before t...

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I don’t know if it’s the buildings, the angle, the speed of it, the light, the music…but it touches me on such a level. Like, something I know I’ve seen- or felt- sometime before I was born. Some...

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I’ve been reminiscing on my 17th year lately. I almost can’t believe it happened. Hard to imagine that world existing at all, though it seems a much saner world. I cannot express what a queer fee...

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My connection to things great and mystically lovely continues to deteriorate. I wonder if it is in direct proportion to the amount of responsibility and goals I have accrued in my life at this po...

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I’d say I’m mostly governed by nature, but I’m not sure one has to choose a path. I think everyone is some degree of both. I wish I had more grace, though I suppose I’ve wished that for a long t...

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I’ve been slowly dismantling my chimney since early July, which runs up the side of my particularly tall house, through the soffit, and up over the western gable- where it has been noticeably cru...

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It’s jazz hour on NPR. I can hear it as we speak, on low, coming from the Town Crier Radio in the kitchen. A real slow number- which are usually my favorites. A piano and a muted trumpet maybe, n...

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Childhood felt like a box, in hindsight. Just sort of placed in this small area with the fence of my parents gaze and grab to keep me in it. Often the box moved places– my uncle’s low rickety lea...

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I am very much wanting something inspiring in a very particular way. I would like something whimsical and magical. Something out of a dream. Or a fresh town in the evening. I love my life, but I ...

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Drove a road today that exists in a number of different universes in my memory and imagination. People don’t steward things for very long, even though it seems eternal. What’s interesting is that...

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God I love this song. I can’t get over it. It sounds like a cross between Sade, Santo and Johnny, and spring rainstorms…and it’s really caught me in a particular mood. I feel like someone is mis...

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I think it is rare to really dislike someone after you’ve gotten to know them. Which is something you can’t do if you dislike them, as they then repel such endeavors. So it would seem that the ...

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I can’t stop watching this video. There has always been something about the 60s and 70s that dominated my thoughts growing up, and often in adulthood. I think I figured it out. It’s like looking...

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Gosh what a beautiful evening. Girlfriend and I took a delightful stroll around town near midnight with our cat Charlotte shadowing us. The smell outside tonight, after this fluke 98 degree day i...

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Just had an interesting burst of memory. The downstairs bedroom of my grandparents house when I was a kid, in the dark, with a smell of winter and old potpourri. The walls smelled too, I think. T...

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