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Jan.10.2011
I received an e-book reader as a gift recently. It was not something I wanted but there it was, given with love, so despite myself I thought I'd give it a try. Here are the results: The good news is that nothing will ever replace my love of books. The bad news is that the reader is light and...
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Dec.25.2010
Frequency
The man at the pulpit says that love is radical and I agree. He says love is a gift and again, internally, I nod my head. The man gets going now and talks about loving the poor, loving your fellow human being. He starts contemplating the contents, the very make up of a gift. What is the gift of...
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Dec.10.2010
Pixel Prize #2: 2010 blips by in a cell. I would like to say more, but this poem says it better. A link to the NYTimes printing, "Liu Xiaobo, a poet and literary critic, is the recipient of the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize. China has forbidden him to travel to the award ceremony, which will be held...
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Dec.08.2010
Austin in Pictures, for John Lennon In pictures that speak I walk and listenthe streets here like the ones back home, are covered in the steps of workers and machines that claim the intersection with the ubiquitous assistance of pylons and other orange colored pieces of plastic. The new shrubbery...
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Dec.02.2010
austin power plant.jpg
I've been in Austin now for just over two months. Soon, it will be time to go. Already Thanksgiving has come and gone and I've said so very little. Whereas this time, just a year ago I would have so much to say about the holidays, I am, mute. It's not that I'm cynical. It's more like I'm waiting. I...
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Nov.18.2010
Voices
I didn't much care for Boulder's poetry scene. Divorced from Denver by a just long enough to be annoying on a week day bus ride, the poetry scene was heavy with the scent of death. Ginsberg, as lovely as he is, held service over a slew of voices mostly unwilling to do anything but repeat and remain...
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Nov.09.2010
Gordon, Nov. 2nd
Sometimes it's a Friday In New York I often say that something strange or unexpected will come and get you on a Tuesday. Someone might die or you might get good news, but the idea is that in every way, there is no exact way to be prepared for what comes next. Life is good like that; sad or happy,...
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Nov.01.2010
@Fair Bean
I've been here a month, today. In this time I have developed a sneaking suspicion that Austin has grown up in the last several years since I've been here. In this sense, we're well matched. I'm past the days of working with musicians and running beside my boyfriend to push our indie label offerings...
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Oct.07.2010
She slammed the teenager against the wall, her arm forming a cross with his smooth neck. “Stop sputtering” is all she said while she stuck the gun inside her pocket closer to his ribs. He felt it and became more silent. Screaming was out of the question. Thank God, she thought for a split second....
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Sep.24.2010
Untitled
The point of moving in a direction is to see what movement brings. Does the scenery change, how does it change? What about the people? Does the cold make them different, those months of being dug under like the bears and the trees? The heat, too, what does that do? Does it make a man less likely or...
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Aug.31.2010
 An old one, about incense in bali. Here is Turtle Love. http://xort.multiply.com/journal/item/6/here_is_turtle_love
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Aug.27.2010
Ok, so here's the depth of my cold, shriveled heart having a bored Friday night moment. Stop looking for the apocalypse, it's already behind you. Like those horror movies I could never find the guts to watch without covering my eyes, the scary freak with no remorse already has a knife angle just...
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Aug.05.2010
Goodbye, Kerem!
Today a friend of mine arrived back home. Of course home for her is actually no longer NYC proper but an outpost of culture she's made and found in Austin, Texas. So, as she stood on a Brooklyn corner and typed her status to the world many of us laughed and chimed in at her unique New York moment....
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Aug.05.2010
Goodbye, Kerem!
Today a friend of mine arrived back home. Of course home for her is actually no longer NYC proper but an outpost of culture she's made and found in Austin, Texas. So, as she stood on a Brooklyn corner and typed her status to the world many of us laughed and chimed in at her unique New York moment....
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Jul.23.2010
Fire
The joys of singing of the rain, of the stars, of the mystery of life somehow seem obscured. There is a sense that the planet we know will never again be worthy of songs of joy but those of beseeching or denial. The most important thing is not to hide inside our houses or within the stream of media...
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