April 2012
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Remembering the Present
I don’t want to do this. Life was just fine…until this week. Future plans has pulled the plug that holds all current tasks; motivation has slipped down the drain. All I can think of is trekking South America, making art, starting a bakery in Maui, finding new surf spots, teaching in Japan and everything else that is not the paper I am supposed to be writing. I want to cut off my hair, sew a dress,...
March 2012
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It can be embarrassing. My shoes are broken and dirty. My hair is fried from the sun. You can usually tell that my clothes were previously owned. I have odd tan lines. Everyday my roommate looks at the beautiful people on the Sartorialist and I look nothing like them. Usually, when people from out of the state see me they know I am from California: the ever so predictable beach style. I mean, I...
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Salty
Had the most lovely sunset session yesterday. Afterwords, I ran up to my apartment to primp for Mad Men night at the Pearl and decided to do something that only happens on the rare, rare occasion: straighten my hair. It seemed appropriate. As I ran my roommates iron through my mane, the remnants of sea salt began to smell something akin to dried kelp. I can run, but I can’t hide.
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WatchOur friends at the lovely literary journal Manor House Quarterly have us all spacey this rainy Monday!
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deepspace-tribe asked: It always gets us really stoked when a real quality blog such as yours follows us. Thank yoouuuuu sista.
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Disrupted Love on the Cliffs
Went for a morning stroll along the cliffs and saw two lovers being interrupted by a cop’s knock on their car. The man in the uniform ticketed them for parking sideways in the lot. All you need is love and quotas.
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WatchSome old slides. Latin jazz me please.
