Notes From Me
Wednesday, March 29, 2006

You Look Like Rain

And I was taken across the Channel, but all over the world, strangers talk not only about the weather, yet I love to hear Waits sing that song more than dozens of his others.

Having gone overseas within the first three months of this year feels like a right accomplishment. Fleeting coworker (more temporary work--engineering office this time) just said that when my hair is up it rains and when it's down it's sunny. If this were true I would make everyone happy, not by unending sun filled days of course but there wouldn't be October weather in the spring nor hot February days perforated with huge snowflakes.

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Friday, March 24, 2006

Trip of Fuels

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Thursday, March 09, 2006

rainflower










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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

In London For the First Time


I look in all my pockets. These are the things that for ever interrupt the process upon which I am eternally engaged of finding some perfect phrase that fits this very moment exactly.

What am I? I ask. This? No, I am that. Especially now, when I have left a room, and people talking, and the stone flags ring out with my solitary footsteps, and I behold the moon rising, sublimely, indifferently, over the ancient chapel-then it becomes clear that I am not one and simple, but complex and many.

-V.W., from The Waves

I am surprise-visitng my friend who goes to LSE. I have come from Paris where I found not two friends but three. We are hungry and will soon eat.


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Wooden boats, musical instruments and fireworks are some of the best inventions. And cameras. I don't believe in following any one person or set of ideas. There are tiny satiations like orchids along the viny forest floor, blooming unseen, more gorgeous than some could keep from weeping over. Whenever I see the occasional sun rise the colors always surprise me like the flavor of tahini in Holland. Subway cars make great rhythm along the tracks, as does wind in treebranches, the sound pattern of running engines, and sometimes clothes in a dryer. I like Sumerian poetry.


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