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Music: Final Fantasy - Peach, Plum, Pear (cover)
11 September 2006 @ 01:41 am
Staggering, arms held stiff, wearing a vacant, vaguely sinister expression, and drooling slightly . . . Comes forth the zombie livejournal!
Mein: decomposing, but optomistic
Music: Prenzlauerberg + Beirut
10 June 2006 @ 05:08 pm
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.
Mein: zombie
Music: the Bends
05 June 2006 @ 06:04 pm

After six months in the mountains and fjords of Norway and three months among the yaks of Tibet, I had hoped to come back to San Diego looking something like this:

I look nothing like that. She's still my goal, though.

Music: Norwegian dialect
04 June 2006 @ 07:57 pm

The Nidaros Cathedral (Trondheim, Norway). The church was built over the grave of the saint-king Olav Haraldson, who fell in the battle of Stiklestad on July 29,1030. In the Middle Ages, Nidaros Cathedral was one of the four most popular destinations for pilgrimages. The others were Jerusalem, Rome, and Santiago de Compostela. (Santiago . . . )

There is something about the word pilgrimage that stirs my blood.

Mein: sanctified
Music: Agnus Dei
27 May 2006 @ 09:36 am

My friends here at school are all kind of odd-looking. But I'll miss them.

Mein: WOAH
21 May 2006 @ 01:10 am
 A week ago I went on a old house hunt. I walked down a road I'd never took before, winding past farmlands and up into the mountains.

Today I read a book outside on the school steps for a few minutes, and then stood up to go back inside.
Instead of going inside, I walked out to the little woods.
And through them down to the sea.
And stood looking at an island a little ways off.
I idly played with the strap of the watch around my wrist, and then it was off, and then my sweater, and --
     I woke up when I hit the ice water, and nearly screamed when the seaweed grabbed at me, but I shook them off and swam for the island.
"I simply do not know what I am doing."
(Except that tonight I'm going to sleep outside in those little woods. And I will see firsthand that all night it will never get dark.)
Mein: tingling
Music: The way you want it + Keane
14 May 2006 @ 02:48 pm

Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
by Kenneth Koch

I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing. 

* I kind of felt like this today.
Mein: perverse
Music: we might as well be strangers + keane
08 May 2006 @ 12:41 am

What I did today: Part II

Jostein took us out on the fjord in his rickety little boat tonight to fish. I was completely gung ho until someone caught the first gasping fish, and then I backed away as far as possible.
It was something about how the hook strung through the thing's gills or eyes; the slow, agonizing twisting. And the blood . . . why was the red of it so shocking? Did I think it would be otherwise? Some kind of glutinous blue blood or black . . .
I felt so sorry that I started sending out telepathic messages underwater around the boat: Fish beware. Swim away from boat. Shiny objects = death! 

And then I felt really guilty for scaring away Jostein's catch.

Tonight I'm going to dream of someone hauling me up out of the oxygen and into suffocation and then slitting my throat.
Mein: swarthy
Music: " . . . and really bad eggs."
07 May 2006 @ 01:55 am

What I did today: 

Mein: stir crazy
Music: Girl + Beck