January 2011
43 posts
Dynamic tension
The state which exists between the mind of the norwegian girl in front of me who is arguing her country’s ability, and her fajutz, that twitches with anticipation at the idea of proving this American wrong in the boudoir.
Sometimes a nonsense simile
Is like a lawnmower hat covered in feathers.
The redemption of delete
I just finished writing a letter by hand, with a fountain pen, by candlelight, on some rather lovely paper. It’s rather amazing how reliant I have become on the delete key, on honing phrases on paper rather than clarifying thoughts in my head. I hadn’t realised quite how much until I started writing without the ability to rephrase, or reshape, or remove.
Tomorrow I’ll post that...
Just as one cannot devote oneself to the pleasures of drinking without becoming acquainted with a hangover, one cannot swim in the river of love without knowing heartbreak.
The Last Big Hurdle
between this life and the life I’m looking forward to is now visible enough that I’m planning on how to jump over it.
It’s funny how the closer you get to insurmountable objects, the more easily you can see the cracks and ledges and handholds you’ll need to scale them.
It’s hard not to feel guilty about some of the thoughts you have. This is the longest I’ve been outside the shadow of my parents expectations. It’s hard to feel comfortable knowing that this new independence, this liberated state of rediscovery, is only possible because the death of one parent showed me the absence of the other, and that, without either, there is suddenly less to...
Revival tour at the gym
Back yesterday for the first time in six months. Did a little running and a little weights. Have definitely got the sense of how big the climb will be back to my desired state of fitness. Very sore today.
“It’s a funny thing to be changing into a different person and be able to...”
– My sister, in conversation about the way a person changes when they stop looking in the mirror of a parent’s expectations
Finally
Home internet reconnected/ Computer desk built. It’s time to flood this thing with NONSENSE!
