Slowly Sloping

By running longer, it’s like I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent. It also makes me realize again how weak I am, how limited my abilities are. I become aware, physically, of these low points. And one of the results of running a little farther than usual is that I become much stronger.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running



Oh, troubles. Troubles. Troubles. Shooting.

Trouble Shooter—One career I couldn’t have until I became bitter at the whole world and felt it was filled to the brim with idiots.


I just finished a book. It didn’t take long, because I swam through it. I forgot the medium of the story and was walking through the streets of New York, of inventions, of the story. I can’t tell you much, because you have to read it. And if you’ve read it or when you do, I want to talk to you about it. Or sit with you in silence.

I just finished a book. It didn’t take long, because I swam through it. I forgot the medium of the story and was walking through the streets of New York, of inventions, of the story. I can’t tell you much, because you have to read it. And if you’ve read it or when you do, I want to talk to you about it. Or sit with you in silence.


The true poets are not just ‘poetic.’ They also have an audacity of the imagination which enables them to pursue an idea even when it may seem unpoetic, a desperateness in clinging to their own vision wherever it may seem to lead.

Stephen Spender, Quoted in Winter 2009 Edition of Georgia Review by Stephen Corey to introduce Albert Goldbard, Poem originally found in World Within World



Trail Mix!!

Broken Pretzels, Granola, Shriveled Cranberries, Squished Pecans, and Special Dark Chocolate Chips

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Delicious or heartbreaking?


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Sweet Cat, Mimestein.

Sweet Cat, Mimestein.


Hands, touching hands.

Hands, touching hands.

Reaching out.

Reaching out.

Touching me. Touching you.

Touching me. Touching you.



Something Borrowed, Something Blue

The yearning to come up with something novel, something rich, reverberates in a world that screams for repetition, comfort, or known.

For example:

[name of song]— artist

Letter to a John— Ani DiFranco

Dear John Letter— Whitney Houston

Dear John— Nervous but Excited

Dear John— Ryan Adams & the Cardigans

Dear John— Aimee Mann

Dear John— Amerie

Dear John— Styx

Dear John— Lonely, Dear

Dear John— Micah Dalton

Dear John— I Monster

Dear John— Cedar Walton, Ralph Moore, Freddie Hubbard, Vincent Herring

Dear John— Holly Golightly

Dear John— Hank Williams

Dear John— Narcoleptic Youth

Dear John— Elliott John

Dear John— Roger Daltry

Dear John— Au Pairs

Dear John— Cindy Lauper

Dear John— Half-handed cloud

Dear John— Emi Meyer

Dear John— Sexton Ming

Dear John— BJ O’Malley

Dear John— Eddi Reader

Dear John— Buck

Dear John— Eugene Kelly

Dear John— Marmalade

Dear John— Diesel Boy

Dear John— Turmoil

Dear John— Tragedy featuring Alkendria

Dear John— Ike & Tina Turner

Dear John— Fly Boys

Dear John— The Montesas

Dear John— Margo

To continue the journey to the end of this loooonnnnnng list: http://www.lala.com/#search/dear%20john/songs::skip=48:sort=relevance


Sincerity is the quality where your imperfections show.

—Edward Espe Brown, tenzo, How to Cook Your Life


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