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Random thought: Blood to vampires must taste like dark chocolate covered pretzels in liquid form....

Thu, 09 May 2013 01:21:54 -0400

Random thought: Blood to vampires must taste like dark chocolate covered pretzels in liquid form. Mmmmm that salty sweet goodness…

[the result of reading Anne Rice while munching on aforementioned item]

ooo this reminds me of my old gummy bear phase in college....

Thu, 09 May 2013 00:29:00 -0400

ooo this reminds me of my old gummy bear phase in college. downing chewy goodness like water.

“Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?”“It is if...

Thu, 09 May 2013 00:25:00 -0400

“Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?”
“It is if you first become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower”

- Haruki Murakami

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Thu, 09 May 2013 00:23:23 -0400

Rawr—the power of a ten minute nap. I am alive again, world!

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:35:51 -0400

Rawr—the power of a ten minute nap. I am alive again, world!

I could get drunk on this feeling of Not-pain. Oh Pain Pills: thou art my hero this blessed hour.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 18:48:18 -0400

I could get drunk on this feeling of Not-pain. Oh Pain Pills: thou art my hero this blessed hour.

The decisions we make are all guided by the truths we believe in.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 23:28:49 -0400

The decisions we make are all guided by the truths we believe in.

Warm toasty beds in wintertime are such loveliness.

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 01:39:29 -0500

Warm toasty beds in wintertime are such loveliness.

"I hear the Savior say, “Thy strength indeed is small, Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find..."

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 02:58:50 -0500

“

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

”

- Elvina Hall/John Grape, “I Hear the Savior Say”

When I find myself dreading change and loitering in comfortable familiarity; I just need to remember...

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 01:50:43 -0500

When I find myself dreading change and loitering in comfortable familiarity; I just need to remember autumn, and all those pretty colors I would miss out on.

"A big part of serious fiction’s purpose is to give the reader, who like all of us is sort of..."

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 17:41:11 -0500

“A big part of serious fiction’s purpose is to give the reader, who like all of us is sort of marooned in her own skull, to give her imaginative access to other selves.”

- David Foster Wallace

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Thu, 29 Nov 2012 00:37:54 -0500

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Tue, 27 Nov 2012 02:52:27 -0500

I wish I could take a picture of a song.

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 19:39:00 -0500

I wish I could take a picture of a song.

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 00:19:11 -0500

I think an art museum is like a kind of portal that transports our minds. For a while, we are taken...

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 00:14:14 -0500

I think an art museum is like a kind of portal that transports our minds. For a while, we are taken out of our own bodies and our own world, into the artist’s—van Gogh’s, or Kandinsky’s, or Degas’. We see a world that they saw, along with all the glamour or distortion that their minds might have imagined; and we see it as our reality. And in those few moments, as we try to touch our minds to the artists’—we are happy, angry, puzzled, sad… or just still: quietly drinking in all the colors and emotions of that strange world. We stand quiet and stare, to burn it into memory so we can bring it back with us; ready to be re-lived again when desired, even if only in our minds.

I miss the pretty Taipei sky.

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 05:11:22 -0500

I miss the pretty Taipei sky.

A Clear Midnight

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 05:07:13 -0500

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done.
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

-Walt Whitman

Privacy, please.

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 02:37:26 -0500

Privacy, please.

"Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s..."

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 02:30:42 -0500

“Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk’s flight
on the empty sky.”

- Ursula K. LeGuin, A Wizard of Earthsea