May 2013
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“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.” —Hermann Hesse
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“Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives.” —Thomas Grey, Battleborn (Claire Vaye Watkins)
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April 2013
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The Rules According to Buster Benson
1. You must not dilly-dally.
2. You must be your word.
3. You must have good intentions.
4. You must admit to being the maker of meaning.
5. You must not feel sorry for yourself.
6. You must have a vision that you are striving for.
7. You must tie creativity and experimentation with survival.
8. You must be the change you want to see.
9. You must rally others with your vision.
10. You...
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Day 9
“Why are you so parenthetical?” he says, and I, pulling up weeds in my mind, considering the meta-nature of the conversation, say, “I like to push against both sides.” “You’re tentative,” he says, “noncommittal,” and he scratches at the stippled jaw that I have set tight by way of refusing to finish my thought exactly. “Like a semicolon?” I ask. “Like ellipses,” he says. He pulls out a suitcase...
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Running + Being →
“Running made me free. It rid me of concern for the opinion of others. Dispensed me from rules and regulations imposed from outside. Running let me start from scratch. It stripped off those layers of programmed activity and thinking. Developed new priorities about eating and sleeping and what to do with leisure time. Running changed my attitude about work and play. About whom I really liked...
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You know you’ve done something right in the friendships you’ve curated over the years when you post a casual shout-out about a groovy Ragnar relay race happening in February all the way across the country, and in under two hours you’ve already got commitments for half a team of 12 — not from elite runners, or even highly-experienced runners who jump at every race, but from...
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If you’ve ever taken a small boat out in a wind and endured miles of bone-rearranging chop, then anchored somewhere in the middle of that mess and dove into the water, even just a few feet down under that jagged surface, where the world was entirely changed—silent, calm, peaceful, breathable, lonely, a place you wanted to stay forever (anybody who’s ever spent any time underwater knows...
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66.5622°
The Gyrfalcon has come to watch, her cold bath interrupted by the sound of groaning engines and breaking bones. From a narrow sea-ledge she listens to her world pulling at its stitches, like a sweet if utilitarian marriage whose two sides are drifting, stretching apart, polite at first, until they split hard and noisy down the middle, and then A sigh, a depressurizing, a relief from...
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Ghost Town Love Letters
Marjorie, I like the way your gossamer hair gets tangled in the clouds when you hang up-side down each night from the chimney, and I like your hot bones, and cold shadows, and that way you have of touching without moving. Henry, that fence post smile lights up the dark places and the dusty book pages, and your laugh, like thunder shaking the russet planks into ruin, jangling your ...
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March 2013
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I’m hoping that by opening all the doors and windows, I’ll tempt the rain and thunder to come.
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“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.”
— Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via larmoyante and farewell-kingdom)
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From Parts Unknown
What’s undone is done. Truancy has lost its allure.
I’m finally content to sit here and use some of the few words
I know to mark the present as it slides silently into the past
and assumes the mantle of the spent moment.
— Dobby Gibson
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sentencexsentence:
“I think an acutely musical sensibility should be beneath every story that makes it into print. The words and sentences alone, black marks on the white page, stimulate the eye and intellect; the sound beneath the marks—the pulse or cadence bubbling and surfacing up through the words, expanding outward—that’s what gets to the level of the heart, cracks open the soul. The best...
Hey
Remember when I used to take pictures of things?
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Winter: 3.5.2013
wearemostaliveindreams:
Let me see you move, in the dark.
Show me your insides spilling along the curves, of a shadow and bed frame.
I want to feel you in my spine, and leave these lungs empty, of a reason to go home.
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Six-mile run playlist
Titanium - David Guetta
Lights - Ellie Goulding
In a Big Country - Big Country (don’t judge)
Down With the Sickness - Disturbed
Girl on Fire - Alicia Keys
Comin’ Up From Behind - Marcy Playground
The Rising - Bruce Springsteen
Catching My Breath - Kelly Clarkson
Bad Romance - Lady Gaga
Boom Boom Pow - The Black Eyed Peas
Over My Head - The Fray
Higher Ground - Red Hot Chili...
February 2013
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Lazlo's rule
In general I could do without adages and platitudes, but there’s one I absolutely stand behind: That every life that intersects with (or floats on the edges of or plows into or skims by) ours has come for a reason, and has something to teach or offer us. Often about what we want and what we don’t, sometimes about who we are and who we aren’t, and on a rare occasion, if...
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I came in to say something similar, but the...
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“3. No opposition must be taken to heart. Our enemies often help us more than our friends.”
— 9 rules for success from 1901.
I don’t like to think of anything in terms of enemies or us/them, so I was only going to say: I respect and appreciate most the people who have taught me important lessons about myself.
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paperimages:
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of...
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