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[Mar. 13th, 2008|12:58 pm] |
Yes, we rant all the time in here, but I don't, so bare with me.
But I'd like to offer a nice big FUCK YOU to amazon.com for not letting me change my shipping address before completing my order. So now I'm paying 17 bucks on shipping a book to my parents house in Ohio overnight, and have to reorder the whole damn thing again.
My new lace underwear has a huge hole in it.
I got the biggest splinter of my life and it has gashed a huge hole in my finger.
Ok, so talk about being pissed off at little things, or websites like amazon.com fucking you over because they have 8 billion steps before you can check out and aejefadsnjdfsndfskldfskml |
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|10:36 am] |
Yesterday I found a cell phone and called the girl's parents. She picked it up this morning and was incredibly thankful. Yay to me for doing a nice deed.
I played Apples to Apples incredibly late last night with Joe, Adri and Brad. BEST GAME EVA.
I now have super glue on my fingers from fixing the tiles that came off of my coffee table. How do I get this shit gone?
So Hot Naked Boy (as in the naked man in friends) lives across the street and at 4:00 this morning was doing pushups and pullups in his room. How do I know? Because I snuck a peek into his window! I am going to try to take some photos to share for you all. Once it gets warmer outside, I'm sure he'll be walking his dog in his boxerbriefs, like he was this fall. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
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[Jul. 29th, 2007|03:22 pm] |
I have been in Denmark since April and I only have one week left. I know I will need to come back next summer, but wow, did this year go by fast.
Then I go home for a week to sleep/visit my parents/see my high school friends and pack up whatever I have left at home, then drive to Pittsburgh to move into my new apartment and party untill the school year starts and my new job as an editorial assistant/gsa position at Creative Nonfiction starts up.
I haven't been home for more than two weeks at a time in three years. Weird. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2007|12:18 pm] |
Ok, I have decided that I have been away from LJ far too long. And I keep switching between my myspace blog and this place to rant and rave about my woes and fabulous encounters etc.
So, I will post more about my project about Christiania when I've returned to the states. It's too much to digest now.
Instead, I will say that I have two more weeks here, and am thinking of going to Norway or Stockholm for a few nights.
I also saw a circus this weekend. A real circus, not a 3 ring, 70$ a ticket, lions jumping through hoops, arena kind of circus. But rather, a small, cozy circus of international performers coming to play for free in Christiania.
There was one ridiculously hot girl who cracked the petals off a flower with a whip. Then she did an amazing dance to Total Control by The Motels and had a power tool and a harnes around her waist with a metal ball that sparked every time she put the power tool to it.
It was probably the most sexually expressive and beautiful thing ever. Seriously. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2007|12:13 pm] |
It has been a while since I've updated this,
But I am officially going to Denmark this summer because I was awarded a 3000 dollar scholarship to move to Copenhagen and work on my manuscript.
I am also considering applying for poetry mfa programs when I'm done with my nonfiction MFA, but we'll see. That's two years from now.
Speaking of poetry though, I really enjoy the poetry workshop I am taking.
Tomorrow I am going to WV for three days with my nonfiction classmates for a retreat in the woods. Hopefully I will get some work done.
I am so obsessed with goat cheese right now. It's delicious.
And my apartment is suprisingly clean. I need to keep it that way, so time to do some dishes! |
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[Dec. 27th, 2006|12:56 am] |
I got sucked into my myspace blog, but felt I should update here as well.
I'm in Cincinnati and will be headed back to pittsburgh for new years eve
I am falling in love with Pittsburgh. You wouldn't understand if you don't live there.
I am going to Denmark all summer and have been in touch with some interesting young Danish rebels who will be showing me around Chrstiania, hopefully. Tomorrow I will post explaining my project proposal.
Nori and I got high and watched the first six episodes of Weeds tonight. I am going to buy that DVD. She is going to the Peace Corps for two years. I'm going to miss her.
I can't believe that my first semester of graduate school is over. I will post something thoughtful later. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2006|04:07 pm] |
Wow I have not updated in FOREVER.
So here goes, in the shortest summary I can manage.
I am in Pittsburgh, and absolutely love it. yes, I miss Iowa City. Yes, I miss the people there, but Pittsburgh is a new place with new faces, and so far it has been amazing.
Except that it rains here quite a bit. But oh well. I have made some very good friends in a short ammount of time, am taking a Utopian Lit class, a Nonfiction Readings class and a Nonfiction workshop class. I've produced about 40 pages this semester thus far. After a haitus this summer, I am rediscovering my creativity.
And my love of beer.
My bike was stolen here, so next spring I may have to look into making an investment in a new one.
I love my apartment, despite it's small size, though next year I may be moving to a bigger, better location. Though my location now, in Shadyside, is quite good. I live on the same block as a lot of bars and resturaunts and shopping, and walking distance from campus.
I have been tutoring student athletes, running, and writing. I am recording with a band (cello parts) after Thanksgiving. I want to start taking yoga lessons.
My fellow MFA students are all incredibly nice and come from such different backgrounds than me. It is nice to be surrounded by a diverse writing community. I am currently VERY interested in the lyric essay, and may post some clips from things in a bit.
Ok, update done. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2006|10:45 pm] |
I am missing the things that I left behind.
I am compiling my writings into a hand kept journal.
I am pretending to be productive.
Tonight I ran and realized how intimidated I still am by fifteen year old boys with blaring speaker systems and no regard for a speed limit. There are deer everywhere here. Their forests have been destroyed. Their habitats are now highway exits and paneras. Things of convenience, and the deer are intruding in my running route. I'm scared they are going to charge me....oh wait, that's what moose do.
I miss the natural state of nature. I bet the deer miss it more. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2006|08:55 am] |
I don't think I ever talked about my most recent international trip. I went to London, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Slovenia and Hungary. I had a free ticket to Europe that came from being booted off a flight to London last year (Thank you Virgin Atlantic).
Today, I am going to purchase the newest PW magazine to look for writers' conferences in exotic locations.
I am taking three classes (full time graduate status) in the fall. A workshop class, a reading nonfiction class, and an English lit class- Utopian and Dystopian Lit. While I am very excited about this class, I am also incredibly nervous to potentially be in the same academic arena as 3rd or 4th year PHd students who may be specializing in this area of lit. Wish me luck, I would not consider myself incredibly smart, rather, I rely on my instinct when it comes to books and theories, and hope that I know what I'm doing.
Iowa City had a lot of culture for its small space, but Pittsburgh actually has a cultural community with options. As in, not only will there be a number of readings, concerts, exhibits, events occuring, but many will be simultaneous and most will be changing. I am ready to move. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|04:24 pm] |
I said my farewell to Iowa City. I wrote this peice a while ago about someone else, but I think it is fitting, somewhat.
Inside, Home.
Late September, with a dappled merlot stain on her cotton shirt sleeve, she passes through the garden her mother tended into the living room of her fathers house. Orange shutters blowing roughly against the brick wall, rain dampening the soil. She wants to rewind fall and sink back into the security of summer. Instead, she leaves with what she can manage.
The house is half hidden behind the outskirts of a scarce Iowan forest. Lines of pines and oak not yet cleared for farmland. Symmetrical landscaping and neglected rose bushes cue the mouth of a concrete walkway. Dying grass reaches for the thick glass of windows that hang just above the yard. A stagnant stillness fills the vine covered mansion. No working heater and no open windows to let in the fall chill.
In her room, she files through the few items she can claim as possessions. She organizes generalizations of a lifetime, in a broken zippered hounds tooth suitcase.
She starts with the heirlooms. Half pairs of broken stilettos and de-jewelled engagement rings. Dead watches and tarnished cufflinks. Photographs of perfect smiles, brazen and sultry, torn apart then taped back together. Some more than once, and a few missing pieces. Lockets and coins of no value. A series of paintings portraying facades of kempt houses and paper-flower gardens.
She rummages through the familiarities of her sock drawer. The hidden cocaine addiction, and boxes of unwrapped condoms. Pictures of men shes never met, but swore she would give herself to if only she could afford the smaller nose and bigger breasts. Lingerie that used to fit, when she needed it.
Tacky souvenirs. Sympathy gifts from trips she never took. London phone booth salt and pepper shakers. Wooden clogs. An Eiffel Tower bank. Sharks teeth, arrow heads, and toy tomahawks.
Hand-me-downs from other peoples children. Plastic strings of color-coded beads. Pashminas and patched mittens. T-shirts declaring a love for cities shes never visited. College sweatshirts and baseball caps. Mistaken identities, sewn together with outdated thread.
And the money she spent herself. Designer handbags and matching wallets. Knee-high boots and a rainbow of pointed heels. Corduroy blazers, and rock and roll attire. A polished semblance for a more-aware self.
The other things. Torn-up pieces of an out-of-town sidewalk. Too many books she never got around to reading. An unworn retainer, and jelly jar of baby teeth. A scarf her mother knitted for a different daughter. Whims, and chances shes glad she took. Copious collections of the things she didnt plan for. Unaddressed letters with unread words describing the importance of possessing.
Implications, in the pass-by latency of belongings.
Its an escape route, to tighten the fastenings on a suitcase and leave with no good reason ever to return. She walks the stone pathway with a bit of confidence she never found inside the red brick. For a moment, shes in another country. Not Iowa, not the fine line between Midwestern pride and land-locked naivety. For a moment, this is a foreign land and a bon voyage departure. All part of the desperate measures of saying:
Goodbye parents. Hello world.
And while that is not self-reflexive, this act of departure reminded me of that piece. Needless to say, Iowa City will forever stir in me a mixture of emotions.
Now, I'm back in Cincinnati unpacking and repacking. In a little less than three weeks I am off to my new apartment and life in Pittsburgh. Here's to growing up.
And here are some photos, for future nostalgia.
Heith, the monkey.
a recent trip to London
another London image |
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[May. 30th, 2006|09:21 am] |
It's been so long since I updated, I don't even know where I left off. So forgive me for any repetitive information.
I am working as a waitress at Quintons, trying to make some money for an upcoming European excursion and my eventual move to Pittsburgh.
My very good good friend Dave is coming to visit from Boston tonight. He is only stopping by for one night, as part of a cross country excursion, but it should still be fun times.
I am exhausted. The end. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2006|08:30 am] |
I got into U of Pittsburgh.
I was offered an internship in Portland that I will not be taking.
I am seriously considering a trip to South Africa. Or Asia. Or somewhere exotic.
and I just sneezed five times in a row. That should totally be a world record. Ugg I need to shower but I want to go run first but I have a meeting at 9:15 and need to do homework after that. What a dilemma. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2006|08:45 am] |
Yesterday it was 89 degrees and absolutely beautiful during the entire day, and then it night it started violently storming and hailing and a tornado touched down. I was in my friend's basement, but we still had door access to the outside. For about two minutes we saw things flying around outside and could hear the train sound and then everything got really calm. Cars are overturned, trees are down everywhere, roofs are ripped off of houses and balconies are gone from buildings. Even a sorority house that holds 60+ people is missing an entire brick side. We drank to calm our nerves and couldn't get cell phone reception, so it was hard to find out if everyone was ok afterwards, but fortunately, it seems all my friends are alright.
There was a gas leak and everything is closed. Today, classes are cancelled. They don't even do that here when it is -30 degrees and blizzarding.
if you want photos go to www.dailyiowan.com and look at today's pictures. I bet there will be a lot more to come of the destruction. |
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[Apr. 7th, 2006|03:10 pm] |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|06:17 pm] |
This morning I interviewed Richie Havens. He opened for Woodstock with a 3 hour set. He was in a doo-wop group before going to Greenwich Village and deciding he needed to make more meaningful music.
It is Spring, finally, and I have a desire to ride my bicycle around everywhere. You may see me crusin soon, so watch out and hold on to your children! |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2006|06:54 pm] |
There will be a glorious picture entry soon. I promise.
This weekend was crazy. Party, then sick (though not from party) and now work.
I love falafel.
I have an interview for an internship at Spin Magazine. |
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