August 2011
12 posts
Balance
Listening to Bright Eyes on a cloudy and cold Wednesday feels so appropriate. I’ve been biking to and from work and it starts my day in such a good way. I peddle up some slight inclines (if I were still in Minnesota, the hills would be daunting) and then roll down bike trails, going faster than some cars. I like seeing the passing scenery and telling myself that I’m not allowed to stop...
"All that's left in sand crystals, two tiny...
On the train home from Columbia City Wednesday I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever feel like I “belonged” somewhere. Moving to a new place, living with new people, starting work — I just feel like a stranger. Not yet connected to anyone, anything yet. I had gone to Columbia City (a really cute neighborhood south of Beacon Hill) to a canning party at the church which...
White Privilege.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t dream. It would be easier. I wouldn’t have to be reminded during the day and night of particular feelings and people. I wouldn’t have personified feelings in the forms of natural disasters. I wouldn’t wake up and think about it over coffee, lunch, dinner.
On a different note, yesterday was a very good day. I walked about 10 miles around various...
“The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.”
I’m scared.
Should I make
Crème Brûlée or Chocolate Mousse tonight?
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Writing submission
Currently I am working on writing about my experience on the farm. It’s a long shot. I’m not a professional writer, but I’m going to submit it to the NYtimes magazine section “Lives.” I’m in the editing process and after doing a word count of other articles, I have to edit out 200 words or so. It’s difficult, but possible. The other articles are from...
