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Married. Happy. Artsy-like. I've started reading lots of books lately that I apparently have no intention of finishing. I like to clean things, like, crazy clean them. Like, I clean the utensils that clean things.

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Poem: "Peter Pringle" Oct 20, 2008

Pacing powerfully, Peter Pringle perturbed the pine flooring 'neath his effervescent boots. He probed his mental faculties, making a point to himself that true reflection depended not on one's emotional inclination, but rather on the will to understand. He deftly …

Poem: "Wichard" Oct 20, 2008

Following feathers wisped in wind unruly, Wichard watched for season's end in random acts of beauty. Having been diagnosed with chronic listlessness, he thought it appropriate, nay poetic, to spend his last days chasing after unattainable glory in the perhaps mundane.

Who Should You Vote For? Oct 7, 2008

I'm amazed at how much getting some real information (not via this questionaire at all, really) has changed my vote this time around. I mean, I've never identified with one party or another. But I've definitely considered myself a Conservative in the past, based …

Poem

There is an igloo on the desk says the woman in the purple dress, sitting at the computer in the morning. She thought it a kind of warning that her thoughts had turned to luring her to declare the mundane and obvious before her. For her mother had declared when she was losing her hair that the midgies were attacking her own scalp. "Everyone knows that's what midgies do..." the woman had wondered at her mother's apparent summation. Two weeks later the old lady was taken to the loony bin and sorted among the others of her kind. The woman remembered this and turned her thoughts from igloos to imaginary beaches.

Books

Another Poem

"She had a messy dress," she jests to Chester, the man who questioned her motives for pouring flour on her lap. She always spoke of herself in the third person now, a habit she took up to lessen the pain of accepting responsibility for her actions. The ketchup she spilled on her white dress while attempting to drown a fly seemed less obvious doused in flour. She liked to pretend it happened to someone else.

Countries I have visited

create your own visited countries map or vertaling Duits Nederlands

And Another Poem

The shower was as white as the tower of the local flour mill, ironically where it got its power. What do flour and water have to do with each other, one might ask? Well, Winston the superintendent of the flour mill was waiting to tell. "Flour gives power from the kinetic energy produced by smashing grain to dust. And different grains give off different levels of energy. Barley, for instance, produces greater energy than wheat due to the sheer husk of the grain. It's tougher to open." White-robed Winston walked about the flour mill seeking somewhat-willing listeners for his spiel.

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Yet Even Another Poem

Smashing his mother's pumpkins, Peter the perturbed pedantic pirate sought to alleviate his concern for oft over-looked 1990s bands. He thought it poetic to demonstrate such enthusiasm for their work by creating their very symbol on the ship deck in front of the young crew--minds daily shaped under his tutelage, burgeoning with ardor.

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New Poem

New Season, claimed the gray-hair-ing man from the California coast on his wife's 60th. Overlooking ocean waves, Fish Graves, Full of plastic bags on the horizon. They're illegal in California now. The man had recently looked into composting toilets for their lakehouse in East Texas. Too expensive. Too expensive to do the right thing. Too expensive to do the wrong. Energy in the Southeast wants donations to add renewable energy to the grid. They're waiting on feasibility studies, To prove it's worth doing? Willful stubborn stupidity astounds me. For a fee we'll consider not polluting our customer's air. For a fee. We'll give you Duke's Energy, but not the right to breathe freely.

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Food

Whatever I can cook. The possibilites are endless.

Music

Feist. Sufjan Stevens. Andrew Bird. And many many more.

Television

Catching up on the first two seasons of LOST, antes de la estuve mirando.

Books

See Goodreads.

Activities

Making and remaking things. Writing short poems. Gardening. Becoming eco-friendly. Doing pretty much anything with my husband. He's my best friend.

Interests

Being creative.