Monthly Archives: February 2012

leap!

Everywhere I turn, tv-wise and elsewhere, there is much being made about Leap Day. I don’t think I ever thought about the day quite as much as I have in the lead up to it, now just hours away. It … Continue reading

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oh, how i love a sunday

Where I walked.   What I saw.

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must do lists

We all have them, must do lists that we enact even if we aren’t aware of them. That list of things we do to acclimate ourselves in new surroundings. For some, it’s connecting with friends and family, for others it’s … Continue reading

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Originally posted on While We're Paused…:
You're sitting inside feeling sorry for yourself… Every writer has dealt with that massive, invisible beast that plants itself squarely on our desks, preferably in front of our computer screens, and leers at…

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teenage wasteland

the song comes on overhead, here at fleet river bakery where the early-morning rush has given way to a mid-morning buzz, and i am instantly transported to the many other times i’ve heard and been consumed by this song. getting … Continue reading

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getting lost

“Alfred Wainwright was a British fellwalker.” Instantly, I am jealous. Before clicking on the explanatory Wikipedia link, before I am actually clear about what this moniker implies, I am jealous. Because I suspect that such a title indicates a life … Continue reading

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triangles

for e 🙂

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a right rainy day

there’s a light rain falling here today. and by that i do mean that the droplets literally feel lighter, as if this is water of a lighter density falling from the skies above. not quite meant to evoke notions of … Continue reading

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wherever the wind takes me

All I knew when I set out the other day was that I wanted to take a long walk. To where I was not sure. So I started walking, determined to navigate my way through small, side streets and not … Continue reading

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sometimes you feel like a cut

It’s a fact. If I’m stressed or in a rut, I run out and get my hair cut. Unintended awkward rhyming couplet aside, the fact remains that chopping my locks, however short they may already be, has a rejuvenating effect. … Continue reading

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framing the artist

There’s little I can say that hasn’t already been said about the film “The Artist.” Prior to seeing it, I had read very little about it and had read almost none of the available reviews — just a feeling I … Continue reading

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Is this perhaps the nudge I need to pick up brushes and some paint again? If for no other reason, then I should do it to demonstrate what a person who has no idea what she’s doing does when she … Continue reading

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deep into the grey

Flakes of snow and easily melting ice that fell three times this past week have been replaced by ordinary raindrops that have taken up the precipitation mantle and fall in an unsteady pattern from the heavens. It’s easy to be … Continue reading

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formative assessment

Time can fly by or away without notice. Time can drag on with excruciating deliberateness. Time needs a witness. Documentation has the strange effect of giving texture to what may be fleeting, seemingly indescribable, untouchable. But how do we document? In … Continue reading

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when in rome…

Lines from “An Englishman in New York” swirl about my mind and the Geertzian invitation to “make the familiar strange” beckons with every “pardon” and “look left” written in yellow paint at pedestrian crossings. And with each passing minute in … Continue reading

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