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This blog is moving and will be deleted shortly. Please add my new blog to your Reader, Favorites, etc. :)

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Don't Answer Me - The Alan Parsons Project If you believe in the power magic, I can change your mind And if you need to believe in someone, Turn and look behind When we were living in a dream world, Clouds got in the way We gave it up in a moment of madness And threw it all away Don't answer me, don't break the silence Don't let me win Don't answer me, stay on your island Don't let me in

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Thought for the day: Revisiting childhood via books and writing is a pretty good way to get back to feeling right within myself, or so I am finding. Back to that in a bit. First, I am officially counting the book blog as D.O.A, sadly. I'm just finding I don't have much time for two blogs/finding guest bloggers for To Grow On. But on the bright side, it means that I can stop saving all my

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Do you ever get to a place where you feel like your day...week...month requires a do-over? Ever feel like things are really stagnate and you have a hard time getting excited about things you might have been very excited about several years ago? I'm there. I have been there for too embarrassingly long now. I feel like my life has gotten off track, despite all the evidence that says I am well on my

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The Harold Washington Library is having their annual Poetry Fest on April 30th and you can find other relevant events listed at ChicagoPoetry.com.

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For various personal reasons, I've decided to keep my birthday low-key this year and not have any sort of gathering of my own. However, in celebration of my birthday, I have a request of everyone I know, everywhere. I have spent a good portion of my time lately, when not thinking about the things closer to home, mulling over books and more importantly, indie bookstores. I believe that with the

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It's March again - another year gone by. I thought of revising the post I made last year about my mom, but then decided against it. For now, it says all it needs to, I suppose. I actually just noticed today (yeah, almost a full year late because I'm oblivious) that my cousin actually found it and posted a response to it. So in case she happens by this page again: I'm sorry, Robin, for not

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I am madly searching through all my papers, the huge (and growing) stack of my own chapters that have been returned to me by friends and fellow writing group members, with a cumulative of hundreds of comments. I am searching for the chapter I need to start revising now. And guess what? It happens to be one of the only two chapters I am missing my collected feedback on. I don't know how it

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 I have been thinking about embarking on a blog project that would make me write here with a little more frequency. I was inspired by an acquaintance's blog in which the blogger posts occasional fiction and I was considering how I could use that idea to do all of the above: improve my own writing, push me to create new, original fiction and force me to be a more regular, more interactive blogger.

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Ever since I added the tracker to the sidebar over there (--->) I keep wondering who these people are visiting my blog site. Who do I know in Elizabeth City, NC anymore who would check my blog? I know people in Currituck or South Mills or Edenton who might. Who are you, readers? Please respond with a detailed synopsis of how you found this blog and why you check it. Heh. Just kidding. But really,

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I'm months behind in blogging and it's time for that annual re-cap of the year. But 2010, the year in question, has not been the best and I am trying to find ways to sum it up with a little...je ne sais quoi. It wasn't the worst, either, at least – 2004 still wins that prize, with 2005 a close second. I know I can count myself as extremely lucky for the good things that did happen this year (

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Here's my attempt at a full update, given to you in categories.  Life: I don't want to jinx anything but the absolute latest news is that I may be getting a shelver job at the Evanston Public Library. This was a complete surprise to me - I was getting desperate, even looking at jobs I knew would make me nervous and sick to my stomach half the time. I had applied for the EPL job months ago, had an

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My usual refrain: I have not written here in awhile; I promise a full update soon. For now, though, I wanted to post a poem by Mary Oliver that resonated with me. A woman in my writing group quoted it and it made me want to find and read the whole thing.  When Death Comes  When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purseto buy me, and

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I haven't posted here in awhile (my common refrain) and I actually meant to post this last Thursday, but with everything I have been doing I am just getting around to it now. Last week, I won tickets for two from The Chicago Sun-Times to see The Kids Are Alright at Landmark Theater. Kathy and I went together, along with other ticket-winners, the day before its opening. The movie didn't exceed

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This blog is now under construction. I'm in the process of moving all my entries from my other blog to this one. So...over the next couple of weeks, you will be seeing posts originally posted there.Why am I doing this? I've just been feeling that I haven't been keeping up with either very well lately and I thought that consolidating the two would make that easier, especially since I've just

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Lately, I've been spending a lot of time with a girl named Hedy Freedman. She's someone I made up and changed the name of several times (as well as changing the people and the stories that populate her world) since her conception. She's the protagonist of my first novel, which originally and currently held/hold the title Ordinary World but that may change as she and the story evolve more.

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It's nearly June, nearly six months into 2010, and I am nowhere near being even halfway through the AFI Top 100 movie list. I'm completely disappointed in myself and I am not going to make a lot of excuses. There are a number of reasons why I haven't made it as far as I should have (for most of my life, watching two or three long movies a week would be a breeze, something I would do anyway), but

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I just got an email  (weeks after my interview) that I didn't get the shelver job at Evanston Public Library...which I really wanted. However, because my "qualifications are quite impressive, your name will remain in Category “B” of our eligibility list. What this means for you is that should this opening come up again prior to the expiration of this current eligibility list - two (2) years after

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The other night, I dreamed that my girlfriend, my sister and I were outside the house I grew up in and we were snapping open giant-sized bean pods. Inside one was a giant fish; inside the other was a tiny gummy skeleton. Then I walked in front of traffic on Irving Park Road (down the street from where I live now) and a car hit me, making me bounce about like a ping-pong ball. Interpretations?

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I awoke on my birthday to find vanilla shortbread cookies in the shapes of owls and cats and a birthday card from my girlfriend's mom that included a Starbucks gift card and was signed "Mom Karen." I also received an offer from one of my best friends in North Carolina to send me a copy of all the episodes of one of my favorite (short-lived) British shows and I received a ton of birthday wishes

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When I began my two blogs, I had this idea that I'd write something for the public everyday. Faithfully. I had projects lined up for myself. I had PLANS! Alas, life happens while you are busy making plans – or so said John Lennon. I think I quote that often because it's so true. Here I am again, falling behind on writing. Why is it that I have such a hard time getting myself to do this thing

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I actually wrote the following reviews in 2008, when I was on one of my "lesbian movie" binges. I originally posted them on my now-abandoned (mostly) Livejournal, so I thought I'd re-post them here.                                                                     Do I Love You?, 2002 -- (1 hour and 30 min.) - directed by Lisa Gornick, who also stars as the main character, Marina. After much

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I feel like my insides have been put through a shredder this week, which is probably a very cliche way to say that I feel pretty fed up with my life at the moment.   On the bright side, I got a job offer from the Census Bureau and will be training for that in a few weeks. It's temporary - only 8 weeks long - and it doesn't like something I am really going to like (in fact, I am a little scared).

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We interrupt my inconsistency as a blogger and my AFI movie project to bring you an important note: You must see this show! Oh wait...I didn't even tell you what show. Allow me to start over. I have recently become addicted to a web series about a couple of teenage lesbians in post-9/11 New York called Anyone But Me. All the episodes are really short (about 20 minutes tops) and they are

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I am so pleased that it is beginning to look, feel and smell like spring. Last week, when it was still somewhat cold, there was one day where the sun was out and I sat on the porch. It was too cold to stay long and I eventually retreated to the deck (on the other side of the house, where the wind was blocked but the sunshine wasn't). But while I was there, I noticed that a flock of doves had

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Approaching the first death anniversary of this year, I've been giving a lot of thought to how we remember people and how to write about things that are difficult. On March 2nd, 1998, my mother died in our living room. That's rather blunt, yes. That's the facts down to the barest essentials, though, which is usually as far as I delve into the subject. I barely discuss this with anyone - not even 

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Along with my AFI Top 100 Film project, I've decided that I am going to try to get through all the books on my bookshelf. See, for years I have been loading my shelves with books I was interested in reading. And then, I'd check books out of the library and never get around to the ones on my shelves - or only get through a small fraction of them. I'm a slower reader than a lot of other people I

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I walked to CPL today to renew my library card. It was sunny when I was indoors getting ready, but by the time I made it out the sky had grayed. I'm still tired from the weekend, so while I walked, I retreated into my head in a not-so-mindful swarm of thoughts. Though scattered, some of them revolved around a theme: language, words and writing. I've had this on my mind for awhile and wanted to

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I'm not sure what it is about mafia stories that's always made me reluctant to watch them. I loved Goodfellas but it was like pulling teeth to get me to finally sit down with it. I've never seen a single episode of The Sopranos even though my younger sibling, with whom I share similar taste in movies and television shows, is a diehard fan. And it's especially strange because I have always had a

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I remember when I was on staff at the UIC newspaper and the Chicago Center for the Performing Arts were performing a play called “Orson's Shadow.” At the time, I knew very little about Orson Welles other than what I'd heard about his famous War of the Worlds reading. The play (which centered around the interconnected lives of Welles, Laurence Olivier, Vivian Leigh and Joan Plowright) was terrific

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From the dedication page of my copy of Franny and Zooey: "As nearly as possible in the spirit of Matthew Salinger, age one, urging a luncheon companion to accept a cool lima bean, I urge my editor, mentor, and (heaven help him) closest friend, William Shawn, genius domus of The New Yorker, lover of the long shot, protector of the unprolific, defender of the hopelessly flamboyant, most

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I know I am in a grumpy mood, but I can't seem to shake it. It's freezing, I'm tired, I feel like I didn't really get anything done today and I seem to have lost my ability to be even remotely creative for the time being. I'm so frustrated with myself, my abilities, this feeling of not knowing what to do with my life. In times like these, some Kerouac seems needed.

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Neglected again! I'm sorry, blog (and blog readers - all two of you). The last time I wrote a blog here was almost two weeks ago and at my other blog, it's been five days. Blah. I have no excuse. I have only been: attempting yoga working at the library watching a lot of stuff: Big Love: Season Three, Being Erica: Season One, The Godfather taking the application test to be a U.S Census clerk (it

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We could all probably make a list of the regrets that haunt us. In the Canadian comedy-drama "Being Erica," the the titular thirty-something meets a therapist who asks her to do just that. The next thing she knows, she's been zapped back in time to an especially influential moment, allowing her to change her life one past mistake at a time. The idea is a compelling one and makes for addictive

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My brain has been too cluttered this week for me to sit down and write. I'm not happy with myself for neglecting this (and other writing projects) for as long as I have, but I needed some time outside of my own head. I don't feel like going into detail, but I decided that it was best that I quit my office job. Yesterday was my last day. My feeling upon leaving was a mix of freedom-ringing

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It's been a few days since I've posted. It's been a long week and I've been stressed to the max. I just haven't felt up to spending a lot of time online. I have been editing, but haven't managed to write anything new since last weekend. Instead, I've been trying to chill out and just clear my head. Last night, Kathy and I watched The Proposal, which was mildly amusing - especially due to an

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I had actually planned to begin the AFI project on New Year's Day, but so much was going on that it wasn't really convenient. Allowing myself to be okay with that, I thought I'd try again today...only to find that I'm an idiot and I hadn't unlocked the DVD when I checked it out. Thus, I will be returning it tomorrow and hopefully I can try checking it out again this week. Such is life. Yesterday

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#53 - Give advice to yourself in the past. (I didn't specify age, so I didn't follow the assignment to the letter). Dear Past Louise, There are so many things I want to tell you - things you will eventually find out for yourself when it's too late. I've never understood people who say that they have no regrets. I always figured that either they are lying or they have no humility or

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#42 - List five events from 1984:         1. I turned seven years old.         2. Hurricane Diana ripped through eastern North Carolina.         3. I began reading the Sweet Valley High series.         4. "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper was a radio and video hit.         5.  A Nightmare on Elm Street premiered in theaters. #51 - Describe what to do with your body when you die.

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I've been writing every day for three weeks now and it feels really good to be able to say that. I've been consistent - posting blogs, or if I had nothing to post, working on something else. I'm proud of that, but still...it's only been three weeks. I'd like to keep it up. I'm trying to think of a name for the zine I'm writing. I'm going to include stories about family, friends, the past few

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You know the way you find yourself wincing at someone who is trying to be funny and failing miserably? That's the feeling Jennifer's Body leaves you with. Which is disappointing, because it has so much going for it. For one, it's written by pop culture maven and ultimate snark goddess, Diablo Cody - the wit behind Showtime's excellent drama The United States of Tara and screenwriter for the

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I admit that it hasn't been a terribly memorable year for me. I've spent much of it anxious and depressed and managed to forget half of what had passed as a result. I don't adore feeling like time has shot past me like a bullet without much to show for it. My plan for 2010 is to find a way to remember the year - to stand still and bask in its glow (assuming that I have the capacity to make this

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Critics of Pixar's films have commented that it is the use of stock characters that bring them such success, implying that Pixar's consistently entertaining animated features are not that unique after all. Up, however, rises above that criticism - high above it. It is not just that it is the first Pixar film that made it to the prestigious Cannes Film Festival that sets Up apart from the usual

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As Elvis croons, "It's Christmas time, pretty baby." And you know what that means. Hanging lights and stockings, watching the snow fall, caroling, baking gingerbread and visiting loved ones. And if you are anything like me, it also means curling up on the couch to watch the best of the worst Christmas movies ever made. I'm talking about made-for-TV Christmas movies - Lifetime's got a marathon of

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At least for today. Yes, we're celebrating on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas and there's much to be done before Kathy's relatives begin arriving tonight. Ciao for now and I'll be back to posting tomorrow.

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Most of the heavy duties for the week are done and I don't go back to work until next Monday. Now is the time to settle in and reflect on my year and get ready for Christmas. I've actually been inexplicably buzzing with the ye olde holiday spirit for about a month now, trying to find the perfect gifts for the people who matter to me. I feel a little jittery tonight - probably coming down from a

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I've recently completed the first season of Joss Whedon's latest stab at TV sci-fi/drama, Dollhouse (thanks to Netflix). I know the second season won't be on DVD for awhile (the season finale probably won't even air until January I am assuming) and I know it's been cancelled, so there won't be a season three. That said, however, I still want to take a moment to sing the praises of a show that

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This weekend has been productive and it's been a weekend of firsts (or at least a Sunday of firsts). Yesterday, we wrapped all of our Christmas gifts and I spent some time at the gym. I have discovered the abdominal machine - what a genius invention! I don't have to kill my neck and back by attempting crunches the absolute wrong way and I can already feel a nice tightness in my stomach muscles.

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I deleted the original post I made under this heading because I wasn't particularly happy with it. It was a little too cryptic and incoherent for a public blog. What I really wanted to say was just that I've been thinking about the notion of making each day count. It's a subjective idea, isn't it? Everyone has a different opinion about what "counts" and what doesn't in their lives. I'm still

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It's nearly noon, I'm at the office and my boss hasn't shown up yet. I'm thinking about how being here feels like such a time suck, such a waste of time. I am typing up labels, though - sort of. Well, clearly I'm not now, but I was. I was typing labels (for "inactive" clients, mind you) and then I started searching on Craigslist for other jobs. I found a few I thought I might be able to do and

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It's been a long day, it's freakin' cold (even indoors) and I had originally thought I'd try and write an insightful post about reading Julie Powell's Julie & Julia. But as soon as I got home from work, thoughts scattered with the winds and all I managed to eke out was a short review over at my other blog. I promise a more substantial post on my day off (Thursday) and it will be brimming with

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If you're a zine junkie like me, you should certainly march on over (figuratively speaking, of course) and check out Syndicated Zine Reviews, a well-rounded blog on indie and zine culture. SZR doesn't just review zines (though there are plenty of reviews); it includes notes on interesting "found art" (like a father's note to his absent son found in a library book), reviews of independently made

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Based on Lynn Barber’s autobiography of the same name, An Education focuses on the life of Jenny (played convincingly by newcomer Carey Mulligan, who gives the role both depth and humor) – a very bright schoolgirl in 1960’s London whose promising future has a wrench thrown in it when she meets a charming, much older man (Peter Sarsgaard). David is and isn’t everything he seems to be. While he can

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It's nearing Christmas and all the preparation is leaving me both drained and anxious. But today was a mostly good day, warmer than it's been in a few days and sunny during the early part of the day. Kathy and I went to Andersonville to buy/pick up a few gifts. Then we headed back here to eat and clean up for tomorrow. I wish I could say I had more to write about tonight, but it's late and

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One of the best movies of 2009 is out on DVD as of December 22, so mark your calendars. Here's my review: (500) Days of Summer, starring Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon Levitt and directed by music video guru Marc Webb, uses split screen, dance sequences and a day counter that marks flashbacks and present moments to tell a story that “is not a love story.” What it is, however, is an exciting,

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Ever since I began working at the library in 2006, I have looked forward each year to when the library closes its doors to the public for a day we call "Staff Day." It's kind of nerdy to like it so much, I suppose, but it's a day when I get to spend time with a large group of people that I like a great deal (and, despite the fact that we work together, don't really see enough of). And yes, it's

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It's been over a month since I last posted. I never mean for that to happen - it just does; life gets away from me. I do have an excuse not posting this time - at least for last month. I was participating in NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month) during the month of November, trying to get to that 50,000 words again. I made it, but unlike last year's novel, I don't feel like this one has a

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While much longer than the original Sendak storybook, Where The Wild Things Are remains true to the story – though it elaborates on what we know of Max and his visit to the island of monsters. The movie's Max is an imaginative, well-meaning child who sometimes does bad things even he can't understand and feels naughty for them. In a tantrum, he tramples his indifferent sister's bed, dragging wet

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We went out to the Halloween parade on Halsted last night. I had some off-kilter moments but it was mostly a lovely evening and we were surrounded by some very vibrant, creative costumes. Kathy and I were zombies from the 50's - her, a greaser; me, a bobbysoxer. There were Oompa Loompas, Wild Things and Mad Hatters. Also, several Jon and Kates. I spent some time with my library friends and then

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I have so much to share about today and this past week - both, events that have happened in physical space and "events" that have taken place in my inner space (i.e., ponderings, epiphanies). It's late, though and while I am feeling better (my earlier migraine seems to be retreating slowly), I'm not feeling up to putting words together and producing coherent thoughts. I'm afraid everything would

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I’m following up a pretty awesome weekend with what is so far a productive and enjoyable week it seems. Mondays now mean that all my favorite library friends are on shift together, which makes my four hours at SPL seem like four hours too short. It’s nice to talk and laugh with friends while we’re sorting and it feels like we get things done a lot faster, too.  And yesterday was gorgeous, wasn't

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I sat down to write and forgot everything I was going to say. This has been a constant for me lately: forgetfulness. Well, forgetfulness and inability to complete anything. I have been trying to finish watching Sarah Polley's directorial debut, Away From Her for some time now, but I have to pause and leave it regularly. Irony of ironies: if you haven't seen it, it's about a woman suffering from

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The Bad News First: The last few weeks my emotions have bounced about like an eternal game of table tennis. Trying to sit still, breathe steadily and not scream or curl up in a ball and commence bawling like a smacked newborn was a struggle. What's worse has been that none of these ping-ponging emotions have had anything to do with something concrete that I could pinpoint. Instead, they were

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When autumn began rearing its red and gold hued head, I began daydreaming of apples. Apples, in whatever form, always seem like an especially fall weather food. A few weeks ago, Kathy and I decided to bake apples. We decided on a recipe for "honey baked apples," which is really simple. The turned out really well, all sweet and wrinkly, with honey seeping from their browned skins. Visual evidence

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I've been thinking a lot about Virginia lately. I'm originally from Virginia - born there, in Portsmouth - though I was raised in a little hamlet in Eastern North Carolina. I guess I've been missing the beach and my friends a lot. Not that I have legions of friends there; not that this is beach weather. But the beach is beautiful any time of year and my friends, though few, are a wonderful, funny

Louise Tripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04229296965730711386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624762398337738481.post-8014152675483228102009-08-04T11:08:00.005-05:002009-08-04T11:21:16.795-05:00

This was a meme several people were doing on Facebook awhile back. I liked it so I decided to do it, too, but then forgot to post it for awhile. Part of it was sitting in my draft box in my email for over a month. Guess I've had a lot on my mind, but here it is. I tried to finish it and post it before, but I accidentally deleted it instead and had to start over. I won't tag anyone here, though

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To make a long story short, I just completed half a blog post/meme about 15 books and then accidentally deleted it. I'm sure I can come up with the post again, but it's not going to happen tonight. That about sums up my life for the last couple of months, too, come to think of it: being half-way in everything but not fully completing much of anything. This is, of course, the first time I've

Louise Tripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04229296965730711386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624762398337738481.post-34308023237533975572009-06-13T21:30:00.003-05:002009-06-13T21:41:30.470-05:00

It's Saturday and thus, about three days into my return to meds. Awhile back, I had made a decision that I could not continue on medication. I hated the side effects when I had them and hated not feeling any difference at all when I didn't. I had a hard time remembering to take them and a harder time coming up with what to say about how I was doing on them, because I didn't really know. I was

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I'm posting another entry about nothing, but I am posting two in one week. A woman I work with - another shelver - told me this week (after asking how my writing is going and hearing my reply that it's just "ok, not great"), "at least you're writing. Some people can't even do that." Simple as it is, it's just so true. I may not always produce something with a point or that is particularly

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I've been struggling with myself for the last hour to not get frustrated and annoyed with all I have done today, but it isn't working. I just took a walk to the local branch of the Chicago Public Library. They're not open today, but I wanted to drop a book I recently finished in the outdoor drop. On the way there and back, I took note of what a nice day it was. Lots of sunshine, not too hot or

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I don't usually post much about anything in particular - or I don't feel I do. But I read a lot of food blogs that are often more like food porn considering all the gorgeous pictures: Urban Vegan, Smitten Kitchen and (the awesomely titled) It Ain't Meat, Babe - just to name a few. And also I've been trying to cook more on occasion, when both time and my (often thin-running) patience allow. Last

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It's one of those evenings where I feel cold and distant from everything, like I am a planet all to myself. I have no one around to talk to and nothing to really talk about, though my mind is spinning around so many things at once. Mostly because I was putting together a new playlist for my mp3 player and I was touching on songs I love, and ones I want to hear again. Songs bring memories or

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I think spring does something to me, and mostly, it's good. Days like this - sunny and warmer - make me feel more charged. I'm not a naturally motivated person, despite the things I have accomplished in life. I have to work at it and off and on lately I've felt overwhelmed. But the last couple if days I have been coming out of it, feeling clearer and thinking more about all the things I want

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I've been thinking about how I am turning 32 next month, which is strange and hard to fathom for me. I still feel, on some levels, much younger than that - though I have my "feeling old" days as well. Mostly I've been thinking of what I want for my birthday and what changes I would like to see in my life by this time next year. I emailed my sister this week to tell her that I would most likely

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This is probably strange, but I find it really interesting. I come across library receipts in the pages of books (or on the shelves and tables at the library where I work) and I like reading them, seeing what books, music and movies other people check out. I came across this one in Stephenie Meyer's The Host a few days ago and it inspired this post. I may update it periodically with other found

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It's been awhile since I've written a blog, but that's probably not surprising. I have had a few entries started in my head that I never began. This week I've been feeling especially frustrated working at the office. Not to mention especially socially inept - that's everywhere, though. I was having one of those days where I kept getting involved in a conversation and I swear, it seems if I do

Louise Tripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04229296965730711386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624762398337738481.post-18899295057904805962009-02-18T16:10:00.003-06:002009-02-18T16:54:38.930-06:00

I've been trying to compose a blog for a few days now, despite my weird mood swings and cramps. I've been goose pimpled with swarms of butterflies in my stomach for a few days now and I can't pinpoint exactly why, except that I feel worried, tired and restless. I have been writing, though. Everyday, even - for at least 30 minutes to an hour and a half.Nothing new is really happening at work. We

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You know how you are supposed to sit down and attempt to write and inspiration is just supposed to come? Well, it isn't happening. I could talk about how I've been sick for the last week, but that's really boring. I was sick, it sucks and I am glad I finally seem to be getting better. Since I've been sick, all I've really been doing is working and hanging around the house in my spare time.

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1. My therapist and I were discussing the idea of immortality - sort of, anyway - and I said that I could understand wanting to be (a vampire, actually, but in other words: immortal). There was the whole question of how it would be not to sleep, too - and anyway, both sounded like a good idea to me. That's probably a little weird, but I am someone who could do with a little more time. More waking

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I'm feeling much better. To demonstrate this, I actually worked a few hours at both the library and the office yesterday. It was so weird being at either place - especially on a Friday and especially after I'd spent most of the week feeling like, to use a cliche, "death warmed over." I'm slowly eating like normal again but occasionally my stomach still feels like it's going to mutiny. Last night,

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It's Tuesday morning and I am attempting to get through it by not focusing too much on my chills or the encroaching feeling of doom surrounding the queasy feeling in my stomach. Instead, I am trying to work - organizing children's progress notes into alphabetical order, stapling them and filing them nicely away. Last night, my girlfriend began feeling this way and it escalated into a long night

Louise Tripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04229296965730711386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624762398337738481.post-34561219780401508172009-01-05T16:56:00.002-06:002009-01-07T16:55:29.393-06:00

It's a new year and I know, I know: I haven't been blogging much, but there has been a lot going on. It puzzles me why I cannot seem to blog when I am doing so much - even short updates - anymore. I remember a time when I posted on Livejournal daily, but I suppose since this is a much more public forum (my Livejournal was open to friends-only), I feel the need to tone down any personal stuff,

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I have complete 50,000 (and then some) words in one month. Ah, the things I have neglected in the name of this accomplishment - they await me now at this victory. December starts tomorrow and I now have two completed novels to my name - even if they both suck and need editing. I definitely think I'll be doing this again next year. Maybe now I can do something else - see the light of day, perhaps?

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Just briefly, though, to tell you that if you are interested in supporting the anti-Prop 8 forces that you can come down to Federal Plaza on Saturday at 12:30pm. Who knows how much it will actually do, but at least we're gathering with like-minded souls to show that we're as pissed off as those in California are and have a right to be. And for those of my readers/friends/acquaintances not

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When I say "this," I am referring to posting. But now it's November (and finally, it looks like it's going to stay cold - though I suppose there could still be a few warmer days ahead) and I have work, the Y, therapy and my Nanowrimo book to work on. Once this month is over, perhaps I can manage more than a five sentence blog. So much has been going on and me, I talk no one. It will be nice to

Louise Tripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04229296965730711386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624762398337738481.post-70847506180557704952008-10-08T16:06:00.003-05:002008-10-08T16:15:07.340-05:00

It may make me a big ol' nerd, but I am really proud of this.We rock so much. ;)

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Have I really not updated since August? Now we are in the month of October and it's technically fall, though the weather seems unable to decide what it's doing. I'm constantly sidetracked from things I mean to do, I guess. Let me see...what has happened since last I wrote? Well, Kathy and I have seen a couple of plays recently. I really like going to these kinds of performances and it makes me

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When gay marriage was first legalized in California, I was excitedly emailing people this article about these two activists who had been together for 50 or so years. I had seen the pair on a documentary called Last Call At Maud's and they were so adorable. Here's the article about their wedding:http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/06/16/samesex.couple/index.html?iref=newssearchWell, today, I was reading

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We're packed and ready for our trip to the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. It's been a long day and I am so exhausted my bones ache and my eyes hurt. I'm prepared to collapse, but can't yet. We still have the drive to Kathy's brother's house before I can crash -- and even then, probably only an hour. I am hoping I survive this week with a shred of sanity, among other things. Anyway, I will

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There's this guy who works for my boss's husband as his general manager. The last several days he has taken to patting me on the shoulder as a greeting. If you know me well, you know that I do NOT like being touched by strange people. I feel myself tense up every time he does it and I find myself fantasizing about stabbing him in the eye with my ball-point pen. Argh.

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I take these when I am just passing time, but don't usually post them. This one was cute, though. What the House Test Says About YouYou are happy with who you are, and you don't have an inflated sense of self importance. You do your own thing quietly. You don't take up a lot of space.You are a fairly community oriented person. You like to get to know your neighbors, but you also like your privacy

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I keep up with this on my Livejournal usually. Nevertheless, I thought since I use Blogger more now that I would keep it updated here as well. ::Books I've Read So Far This Year (2009)::1. Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer2. Breathing The Water - Denise Levertov3. This Year You Write Your Novel - Walter Mosley4. Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral by Kris Radish5. French Milk - Lucy Knisley6

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love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is more sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky

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Children are strange. I just walked by a group of three boys who were apparently playing Cops - two of them had their hands against a truck with their legs spread while the other patted them down.Anyway...Again, it has been awhile since I have updated. I am terrible at remembering to blog, lately. I remember the good ol' days of Livejournal when I knew a ton of people on there and it was a little

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I have no idea why I've neglected my blog so much lately. I guess my best excuse is being so tired and so busy. In the last couple of weeks I haven't had much time to get down all the things I walk around "writing" in my head. Thus, a lot of it has been lost and I can't seem to get on the track to writing about the things I meant to. Therefore, this will probably be a completely pointless entry

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It was also Administrative Professionals Day, so my boss and her husband took me and her husband's assistant, Jeanie out to lunch for thai food. My boss and I actually rode with Jeanie in her boyfriend's convertible and I must say: riding around in a convertible on a warm and breezy spring day is fun. Jeanie bought me a little cake from a nearby marketplace, too - something called a "russian cake

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I haven't posted in awhile, which may be due to lack of time, lack of sleep or lack of anything of interest to say. Probably all of the above. The last time I posted was when I went to the poetry workshop at the library where I work. It may have been the most alive I've felt in awhile. Today's a crappy Sunday: the sun keeps poking out, teasing, but it still feels dreary. Plus, it's already 2pm

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I remember now that poetry is why I wake up and why I bother with anything at all. I went to my first poetry workshop in years this morning and I forgot how alive and in love it makes me feel. I wish that every day - or at least every other day - I could feel that way. Talking about it, reading it, writing it, living it...this is what I want to do and I need to get back to it. Poetry is life

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If anyone who happens across my blog also happens to be working toward an MLS right now, this is for you: I have lots of questions about getting your library science degree - in particular, what is the curriculum like? What exactlydo you study? I'm really interested because I think that's what I want to go for whenever I finally manage to return to school. I tried sending for information from one

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