tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37153682011-09-21T20:56:52.063-04:00all karen, all the timeKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02805412493163081294noreply@blogger.comBlogger1651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715368.post-71561764016021457922009-04-04T00:17:00.009-04:002009-04-04T00:21:13.825-04:00

If we never speak again, you will always be a part of me. For the better. Mostly.I miss you and think of you still.With love.caption: shooting stars

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In the last few months, I have been getting great feedback on my written work for grad studies. 90% of these were written whilst intoxicated. My path to success is now clear..be loaded more.

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To the whistling man on the bus today: if I wanted to hear a full song performed in whistling, I'd go to a whistling concert.Just because you can doesn't mean you should.I've had a bad week. I realized today that I am friendship handicapped. I don't make friends easily, and I don't keep friends. This made me feel very lonely.

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Don't fight pettiness with pettiness.Success doesn't preclude incompetence.If someone is crazy, establish boundaries.

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So here I am, 6 months into what is delightfully termed 'Graduate School', and I'm not anymore decided on my fate or future than I was when I started. All I really want is to go on a really long road trip to the ocean.And I can't help but feel that the world is falling apart anyway, so why bother worrying?

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Sitting at my window watching the summer thunderstorm, listening to the rain and loving the moment. Pure bliss. And a lot to look forward to when I leave the moment behind.Also currently loving this. And reluctantly them too, I guess.(wild lupines)

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Before I launch into my long-overdue, under-anticipated re-launch of ye ol' blog, I would like to take a moment to ponder out loud on why I think so much of my past writing has been just depressive drivel. I think it's because I have always been afraid that if I'm ever anything other than sad, I will become normal, and normal is lame. I'm terrified that without the comforting refrain of the

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I've decided to revive the blog. Not as it was, but a new incarnation...a lot has changed for me in the last six months and I don't feel like posting about my mopey, self-pity parties anymore (and the crowd goes wild...or the occasional passer-by rejoices silently).Soon it will come to me what I want to share here..let the sweet feelings of validation in blogdom now be rekindled in my soul.

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I wish I knew the right thing to say at the right time. I wish I knew how to deal with things that hurt and confuse me. I wish I could take things back after I've said them. Or at least not wish I could take them back and deal with the fact that once it's said, there's no do over. I wish I was brave and witty and wise, not fearful and petulant. I wish I could let go.Sometimes I just wish I

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so i may not be feeling any less waterlogged, but i do have a pretty new baby to soothe the smelly goober within. it's fulfilling in a superficial, design-whore sort of way and it makes my back happy. plus the circulation in my legs has nearly returned to normal levels. patio chairs were not made to sit on at desks for long periods of time. no they were not.

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confession: i use the memory of you to punish myself for wanting more.i've been feeling slightly submerged these days...not sure where its coming from,but i'm hoping for a breath of air sooner than later.

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Blueberry-raspberry-strawberry banana with hemp and honey! Mmmm delicious.1/4 cup blueberries1/4 cup raspberries1/4 cup strawberries1 banana3/4 cup soymilk/almond milk/rice milk/normal milk1/4 cup mango/apple/pear juice4 tbsp hemp hearts2 tbsp honeyBlend together and drink up!

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02805412493163081294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3715368.post-50721465323847601422007-05-03T01:45:00.000-04:002007-05-03T01:47:00.506-04:00

i must have this t-shirt.don't i have an exam or something? t-minus 7 hours to predictable unpreparedness...

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so on a message board for my course website, i told some guy jokingly he was SOL (shit outta luck...obviously...i thought) and he called me racist. frankly i don't see the connection, and if he was joking, i don't see how it's funny.am i missing something?Rem Koolhaas' Bar Code Flag

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a sac of sad. so much sad. i suck.these are my thoughts on sadness. end transmission.

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Somehow you'll escapeall that waiting and staying.You'll find the bright placeswhere Boom Bands are playing.With banner flip-flapping,once more you'll ride high!Ready for anything under the sky.Ready because you're that kind of a guy!...and the game (a statement on the futility of success? -- the purposeof the game being to collect as many orange balloons as you can beforetime runs out?)I do

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Actually, it's more a show than tell.It's the graphic quality more than the content. My first architectural floor plan drawing ever. Rough. Obviously. The assignment was to do a free hand drawing with no mechanical aids in the surveying process and final drawing as well. So the results are interesting. The scan is a bit iffy because my scanner bed was too small for the original. The

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I love inappropriate situations. I usually just make them up in my mind because I'm much too much of a coward to see them through in real life, but I find it all too appealing.These two things are not connected in any way.

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In the spirit of a friendly and helpful suggestion that I join the throngs of 20 somethings jumping on the 'adulthood' bandwagon and buy a house, I have been crafting a little fantasy of that which I could actually afford to do.My plan is this:1. Buy the land. 2. Acquire the sweetest trailer ever.3. Tend my beautiful garden on the land while waiting to have

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Delicious London Fog. What better way to celebrate the approach of winter's end (a girl can hope can't she?).Listening to CBC radio one, I heard the story of this little gem that's been the subject some attention lately. And a lot of heat over who originated the fabulous concoction. Seattle is claiming parental rights, as well as Surrey, Vancouver, and somewhere in Oregon. But according to

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Lunar Eclipse Originally uploaded by DarkFrame. So I missed this..glorious. Dang-nabbit. First time longing for summer. Soonish please.

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For all those in the east of the Country (yes, even Ontario-i-onians), there's going to be a beautiful lunar phenomenon tomorrow. If it's clear in your area, it would be worth checking out. If you haven't already heard.Watch for an orange moon rising.

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I am turning 25 tomorrow and I feel like this should be a landmark, a point of reflection. I can pause now and look back on my life with a critical eye, with curiousity, with wonderment, and dismay. But I find that when I think about my life, it seems to be stuck perpetually in the present. I remember events, places, people, but I don’t remember myself. That is to say, my consciousness is

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I rang in the new year in an unremarkable way...good times, boggle, wine, and friends. A normal social evening. No hoopla, no resolutions. Things were so hazy this holiday with lots of work and family illnesses that I just felt like slipping out of 2006 without a fuss. And I've been feeling resentment towards this whole idea of having to commit to some (likely) superficial change when I've

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Joint christmas cards. So Merry somethin' somethin' to y'all anyway.

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...blue skies from pain?Not always, but I do know that apathy's worse.

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Upon considering, it occurred to me that a useful tool for pursuing my recent train of thought on nothingness could be something someone once articulated much more clearly than my (relatively - hopefully?) feebleminded-self. Oh those big brain-ed french...Things that I am doing for myself however include starting an online shop here and developing an un-healthy obsession with this gem. I was

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I'm afraid to say as I don't want to be 'that blogger' that's always dragging you down old melancholy road everytime you read (who am I kidding...I am so 'that' one). Instead, I'll share another small realization, though it may or may not allude to said avenida de melancholia. Like my made up Spanish? One part real word, one part fabrication, good enough for the blog. I don't know if it's my

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To ring in the first of December, as promised (whether you wanted me to follow-through or not), my latest achievements in the world of crafting; finally getting down to that pseudo quilting I've been longing to do for a while, plus silkscreening. Oh how I'm enjoying it. And I even bought a rubber block and lino-carving tools to make my own stamps! And I'm gonna make paper to print my stamps on

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I had some long rambly post about self-realization and other woozle-wuzzle waiting for the 'publish' button, but I thought better of that. Lately I've been feeling a bit like I've lost my 'idealism' virginity...in part at least. Cynicism is still only about three and a quarter inches hard. The gist of it was reflecting on the fact that I haven't been writing here in a while because I've been

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I am a sensualist. I need to be immersed completely in something to feel like I have any sort of perspective on it. I'm looking back at pictures of Cuba (on which I have tried very hard to avoid reminiscing...privately or otherwise). I remember cuba like I remember childhood memories of running through sprinklers on summer evenings, or my favourite pair of red jellies (obviously with a bit

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sheesh...i never realized fully how annoyingly whiny i sound when i'm down and out. it's like i have a script in my head for when i'm blue and i just roll it out as if it's new or poetic or something. what a bunch of horseshit. if anybody happened to read yesterday's post, sorry i wasted five seconds of your time. i really am a fun person. i swear.

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i've stumbled somehow, somewhere..on my way to nowhere. i'm stuck and worse than not knowing how to move ahead, i don't even know if i want to. dangerous thoughts plague me...when i think of it. forgetting is comfortable; forgetting is easy. i only wonder if it's possible to never remember.please tell me how. or show me the door.

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because one just crawled into my keyboard and died...bastard.

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after a rather random discussion about the need (or not need) for life insurance, i decided to pre-plan my 'arrangements'. so i've narrowed it down to three options:build my own pine box coffinarrange for my cremationwhen it's my time, fly to the yukon, drive to a remote lake, paddle out into the middle of it with cinderblocks tied to my feet, climb over the edge of the boat, let go opinions?

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well actually. it's been a beautiful and bountiful year for the garden...from my heirloom tomato darlings to four kinds of basil, pineapple sage, rapini, peppers, beans, peas, and a whole lotta flower love. it's delightful and delicious and keeps me occupied while i'm not working at a job in my field of interest, and being completely torn about what to do with my life. i also planted

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use room deodorizer and a lighter as a flame-thrower to torch the sucker in mid-air.caution: may leave scorch marks on lampshade.

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Can there be love for a place without love for the people?It doesn't really matter what you saw, or even what you learned...but what you felt.

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Because all of my original thoughts are tied up in writing a highly unoriginal essay on community development...here are some things that piqued my interest:the coolest bird this side of Sundaygood source of protein, and pine-liciouslanguage I'd like to learn, inspired by this man if you've seen everything is illuminated, you understand the awesome...and he has a band or somethingQuote of the day

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Airbus A-320: 1Dog: 0

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It's the middle of the summer and I find myself here writing the last, LAST essay of my undergraduate degree...and I'm feeling strange, and even reluctant to part with it...so to speak. Did anyone else experience such conflict and crisis in transitioning from school to nothing? If so, please share...it makes me feel less alone.My means of catharsis in dealing with life's little problems:blow

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God I miss it...in a complicated way.Sitting here, feeling idle and out of place...like I left a piece of home behind.Words taken from the Cuba pages...I'm sitting on my bed with the warm Havana air playing on my face, cooling the sweat of the day...I've yearned for this touch; sensual and nostalgic. I have to record that I'm here and it's fucking mind-blowing. I need a record of this feeling,

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Jump to the last week of five...travelled 400 miles across the island for rain and all-inclusive doldrums. Trinidad is large on natural beauty and low on manufactured charm. They try, but it's thin...and you can feel the resentment and decay oozing from the walls. From my brief encounters, I think I get it; the resentment is there because it's based on expectation, not choice. We did see

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From the pages of a tourista's travelogue (some day I might share the real stories, not just the sights; when I actually figure out what happened...for now...)Another requisite pasttime while touristing in Havana is to visit the two famous bars immortalized in Hemingway's words. The place on the left, the Bodeguita del Medio is a vibrant, chilled out place with hundreds of thousands of memories

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sunset on the malecon; the ocean-side road that ran from miramar all along the coast for a few miles to old havana. we spent many nights down there watching the sun set, people swim and fish in the filthy waters, and boats sailing to not so far away shores.havana stole my heart. here's a little piece.

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Returns...37 days after left. Strange world welcomes. Strange people, strange buildings, stores and cars. Strange home. Nothing bad, just out of place.Hello again.

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Ive decided I will write a novel. I will call it "Zen and the Art of Living in Cuba". Seriously, Im not sure what is up with this crazy country. But Im soaking up every minute, and loving the experience. Hope you are all well dear readers, and I hope I havent lost you forever to the cyberworld.Ciao my darlings.

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You couldn't have asked for a better farewell for your final days in Canada. Monday is food poisoning day; too sick to get out of bed...except to be sick. Tuesday is find out you missed your exam day, but not due to said illness, but due to flakiness (read: inability to remember what day of the week it is). Wednesday is prostrate yourself in front of school administrators and beg for mercy and

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i realized tonight, stumbling down an alley somewhere in parkdale, drunk and somewhat lost, that i've been looking for an epiphany. in relationships, in school, in experiences. but it doesn't work like that. things like: "like, life is not a binary, it's just a sliding scale" and "is it easier to move on when you are the one who was wronged?" i've been having fucked up dreams lately, and it

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credit: flickr photographer noémisilence isa heavinesson my eyelidshiding the sighsof a restless moonbreathe, sleep

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5am. 10 pages. 2,500 words left to write. leaving town in less than three hours.fear i'm going fruity. wondering why i'm posting when i should be writing essay.in unrelated news, i have sprouts! basil sprouts! of the purple variety! they're purplelicious!!!!

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two pages done and the discovery of billy blob.

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five cokes in, half a page written of fifteen page essay due on thursday, as of yet unstudied notes for final tomorrow strewn around the floor and i've decided that trying is for wieners

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play with meTake the pollFree Poll by Blog Fluxoriginally i was going to have this as a semi-permanent fixture on my blog, but it's just darn ugly -- until freeblogpoll fixes their pollmagic-making-machine, i'm going to stay away from polls on the blogin other news, i'm super excited because i'm getting some pineapple sage so pretty butterflies will come to frolick in my backyard. booya! oh yeah,

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as they're waking up

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at the risk of being a big copier, i made a commercial for the chevy apprentice contest...check it out. i consider it an acceptable use of satire. sra's and jason's were also excellent, though who knows how long it will be before chevy gets wise and takes them down.in other news, i found this little gem. a very interesting thought...curators as meta-artists, creating context for artists who

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says me.everytime i load this page, the duck is in a different place. i could've sworn i wrote fixed in the tag. that's what you get for attempting half-assed blogger hacks with barely any knowledge of code. either that or i am delirious. two weeks left of an undergraduate degree will do that to a person.my first day back on the bike, and already i'm giving people the finger. do you want me to

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why have a milkshake of course. and not just any milkshake, the best goddamn chocolate milkshake this side of tuesday. so much for a vow of no milk.

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i've recently come to the conclusion that university is just a bad knock-knock joke.

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anyone in need of seeds? i mostly have tomatoes of the heirloom variety. here's my stash:cherokee purple tomatoblack cherry tomatogreen zebra tomatoblack prince tomatozucchinibull's blood beetruby swiss chardtendergreen bush beanslittle marvel peassugar baby watermelonblack seeded simpson lettuce (green leaf)if you're interested, let me know and i can drop 'em in the mail.in other news, i got

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(photo credit: Mr. Mark on flickr)she has romantic notions about a new adventure in a distant land...she reminds herself that things are not always what you expect so don't get too excited.still her heart trembles when she thinks of it.

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spring came and i barely registered it's arrival...so i busted out some sweet cs moves with my wicked new brushes and made a silly tribute.Tiptoe through the windowBy the window, that is where I'll beCome tiptoe through the tulips with meOh, tiptoe from the gardenBy the garden of the willow treeAnd tiptoe through the tulips with meKnee deep in flowers we'll strayWe'll keep the showers awayAnd if

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sweet anticipation: the kettle has boiled, you're about to enjoy a lovely cup of hot chai, just a dash of sugar and some soymilk and perfection...only to discover that there's CHUNKS in your soymilk...after you've put it in your tea! guh! stupid crappy soymilk...

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in anticipation of a drastic overhaul of this whole business, i'm changing over my blogger address in a week to thehobbyette.blogspot.com (or just thehobbyette.com -- yes i am a dork and bought my own domain name, although i have nothing other than this silly blog at the moment). i thought i should mention this for the sake of those who read my bits of nonsense. for that i thank you, and hope you

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this is somewhat embarrassing, and i'm sure i'll regret posting this in about five minutes, but i had to get it out there once and for all. i like coldplay (barf). i just can't help it; they're like riesen or tootsie rolls -- sickeningly sweet after half a bite, you want to spit it out, but you just can't stop. they tug at my heart strings, despite my best efforts to resist.i'm gonna go listen

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mmmm strawberry banana goodness....great way to start the morning of st. patty's day...already hungover from a hard night of indesign-ing (learning an entirely new program in one night when you have to finish a project with it is not recommended, no matter how familiar you may be with adobe's design program interface). the upside is that indesign is a kick-ass program and i can now make all the

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"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions," says the boy named Crow. "You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far way, something that has nothing to do with you. This

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shakespeare, lipstick, and rubber gloves...what more could a girl want?

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"Do you miss me?" she asked of no one in particular."Surely not if you want me to", no-one-in-particular replied

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my biggest mistake was blaming my sadness on other people.it is only me.

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face it.some of us are just less adequate than others.is there nothing i do better?

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the transience of thought...i thought about this post and thought it was stupid in retrospect.sometimes a revolving door is just a revolving door.

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Hooray for women! (I may be just a touch biased 'cause I am one)Cunts rejoice!

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Amusing news: sea sponges have somehow made it into the California legal system.

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"Deaths from which we derive the very benefits of civilization. Benefits we can afford so easily because those lives were bought so cheaply."Words of Ham from The Constant Gardener...they cut so deep. The thought that the world is based on some lives being valued above others is devastating. Is this human nature?

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I've delved into the art of cyanotyping -- isn't it exciting pretty internet people? I'm excited. And despite my amateur-esque abilités (the white specs in this one indicate inadequate application of the emulsion pre-printing, and the linked image is way overexposed -- even for cyanotype); I'm entering this in an art show on alternative transportation for environment week. All's I can say is

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I hate student politics. A bunch of well meaning people (and some not so well-meaning), with little time, and no compensation (other than a false sense of superiority), come together and form a huge, ineffectual bureaucracy. It's disastrous. People who don't really know what they're doing suddenly cling to any vestige of power they can muster in order to appear knowledgeable and useful. So

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One becomes a woman not only in relation to men, but in relation to other women as wellI have not failed because I am not always kind; I still love, however imperfectly.

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Proudly celebrating 24 years of quality horseshit.

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This is a long-held fantasy for me. My dreams came closer to becoming reality when I found this want ad on the bus. I just hope we don't run into any Morlocks. Also, Guy Pearce should be shot so he can't do the crappy remake of the classic -- but only after he's made Memento. Shit, this is getting complicated...who's game?

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You have a gazillion school-type things you should be doing, but you just can't bring yourself to tackle any of it due to a wicked chest cold.So instead you:go to your favourite french cafe with the basque flag in the window and eat buttery, heaven-sent croissants and lattéssnuggle under your fleecy blanket with gobs of tea and a good book (Try not to be depressed at how many books you've read

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Just watched The End of Suburbia. More like The End of Civilization. I don't know what humour these so-called 'critics' are talking about (other than James Howard Kunstler's reference to a nation of clusterfucks). We are all going to die.Happy February.

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We are all schizophrenics: social production has coded our desires so we are in constant tension with ourselves, and with society, which seeks to code all our desires into unity. We can't escape this coding: because society is based on order in transcendental theory (hierarchy), we are told what we desire, before we even recognize desire. Embrace schizophrenia! Let the light of a thousand suns

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I have developed a sudden unexpected twitch in my let eyelid. Apparently, I'm not alone in this randomness. It makes me look like a junkie. I'm a monstrous ball of stress. To deal with this, I went for a jog, but ended up skipping through a deserted highschool field in the dark, chanting "Up, up, away". In order to distract the rest of me, I've been playing with pictures.Now the years are

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The vote. I was so sure I was going to vote Green. When I stepped behind the cardboard however, I looked at the ballot and saw not the expected four candidates, but rather six. One was the Communist Party, the other was yet another communist-esque party: the Marxist-Leninists. Two communist parties?!! Fancy that! Needless to say, I was thrown for a moment. I hesitated, then decided to

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Last night, after consuming copious amounts of beer (the foulest beverage consumed on a regular basis, despite it's foulness), we walked home in the rain. She listened patiently as a I ranted on guerilla filmmaking, orgasms, terrorism, and Stephen Harper. There's something about being drunk, and caught up in your own imagined intellect; you just don't notice that it's three in the morning, five

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After watching the cbc special (what can I say; I'm a cbc junkie) 'Your Turn with Stephen Harper', I am even more discouraged at the thought of him becoming prime minister. careful children, there's sheetrock in your candy!

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are you going to scarborough fair?parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeremember me to one who lives thereshe once was a true love of mine

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Talking with telemarketers is often like trying to dig a lake with a toothpick; or conversely, like having your eyelids stapled to your forehead. And I really feel like those poor souls in India or China (surreptitiously named 'Joe' and 'Marybeth', trying so hard to disguise their accents and generally any signs of foreigness for the sake of not offending my white north american sensibilities)

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everything is suddenly so vibrant...inexplicably soeverything is

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I feel strange these days. I'm not sure what to say, but for unknown reasons, I feel obliged to say something. Upon returning to school, I realize that although I am terrified of having absolutely no clue what comes next, I'm virtually dripping with juicy anticipation and excitement at the prospect of doing something...new. I have a laundry list of ideas, but no solid plans. Maybe that's all

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one night, he dreamt a terrible dream: computers now made art, and little children everywhere were turning his tricks against him

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This new year's eve was surprisingly nice -- in fact, it was so enjoyable that we missed the big moment -- we were busy spilling beer and laughing about pancake nipples. Good times, noodle salad (I'm just one big fat 'popculturequote' tonight). 2006, day one -- I slept t'il 4pm (haven't done that for almost ten years), then read, knitted, watched the simpsons, and roamed the dark, wet streets

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Spending christmas with all manner of family just compounds this feeling of great expectation that I have come to associate with this time of year. I long for it to be over: like an annoying itch, I can't scratch or it'll get worse, so I can only douse it in ointment (the alcoholic kind) and wait it out. I long for more reasons to celebrate like this through the rest of the year, and less

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christmas is the loneliest time of the yearto all those out there whom I never see anymore, merry christmasi miss you

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I love this season. Not for Christmas, but for clementines. Those sweet little orange orbs of juicy goodness are what makes my holiday. Thanks to all you Mexican farm labourers who make my Christmas bright. On a side note, it seems all I do with my time these days is work, take pictures of myself, and knit. La vie... The second is somewhat a function of having a camera built in to my new

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Saturday was staff party, and oh what a blunderous staff party it was. It all started to go wrong when one decided she wanted to go dancing, and we were all too drunk and stoned to realize that only one of us wanted to go dancing. Like all great drunken posses, everyone thought everyone else wanted to go, and for fear of being left behind, or seen as an unwelcome dissenter, we all tagged along.

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Why must they insist on putting a label on the coke can called Nutrition Facts. Seriously people, there is nothing nutritious about this sweet, sweet, evil beverage. What about a Political Facts of coke label? Or Facts of Production? Or at least call it anti-Nutrition Facts...Why do I still drink this shit anyway? It's a killer after all. Yet here I am, [almost] enjoying this horrible,

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Flanders: Homer, that cheese doodle is our last morsel of foodHomer:You'll thank me when we're frying up a big, juicy fishFlanders:Godspeed little doodle(Me wonders why havin' loads o' studyin' t' do be conducive t' more tv watchin) - courtesy of talklikeapirate.com's online english to pirate translator)

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Maybe it's just a myth of transgression?

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