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Monthly Archives: December 2002
bouyance
Cleaned the apartment Sunday night. Spent yesterday bitching, moaning, napping, and downloading cute games for the iPAQ, which pretty much is a useless device—I carry it around hoping I might need it for something, and I worry about losing it. … Continue reading
half gone moon
Time is about up. Only minutes to go, never enough time. Phone calls and responsibilities interrupt. Even phone calls I want, from people I love. Don’t they know time is all there is? I’m not so rich with time that … Continue reading
doing it for real
I fantasized all day about a movie I would make, if… If something. If I were connected to life, to myself, to this moment. If I had done the time in the little jobs that the people who make movies … Continue reading
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misfit hero
There is just too much to cry about. Seas upon seas filled with tides of tears, coming in overwhelming waves, unrelenting, unending. Timeless. Who would embark on such a quest? To venture out upon a sea beyond the limits to … Continue reading
Wil with Anne
I am she: “Someday, I’m going to want to walk in the cold rain, and feel it on my face, and I’m not going to be able to. So I’m going to do it now.” Or at least I wish … Continue reading
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here and there
Instant messaging scares me. Like the phone. They are the tangible manifestations of our need for human relationship, a need I do my best to repudiate. The fact that I use these devices, or rather, keep them handy—I don’t actually … Continue reading
precious and terrible
It’s snowing. Just walked to the store and bought two pints of Ben and Jerry’s. Can’t afford to buy food at work tomorrow, have to bring a bananna. And the rent check is going to bounce. I am too much … Continue reading