tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31287852011-07-07T18:01:16.766-04:00onebody's train of thought.raritannoreply@blogger.comBlogger8331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128785.post-91758819753322861482010-07-12T18:13:00.001-04:002010-07-12T23:10:41.695-04:00

so last night steve and I watched the semi-recent documentary, Fuel, which is available to watch for free on hulu.com, and it's been on my mind ever since. I feel strong correlations building between the content of Fuel, Gasland, Food Inc., Queen of the Sun, Last Child in the Woods, Food Matters and several other sources of food for thought that my old noodle has been feasting on over the last

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i do like the fact that yelp can point me in the direction of good things, from time to time. i do not like the fact that there is so much of *this* garbage on there: "Went here for lunch today. Having lived for some time in the DC area which has a LOT of Vietnamese immigrants, I've had my share of Banh Mi. This is not bad, but not the best I've ever had like Drake/Vertical Horizon. It's a

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the president sometimes turns podium time into standup

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...in the best way possiblei've been feeling, lately, a sense of restlessness and itchiness-- i've been feeling like i've been bumping up against the sides of a box, in multiple ways.on the one hand, the sensation has made me second-guess myself, my current stage of growth, and so on: my position. it's made me feel dissatisfied in a way that hasn't felt good.i feel ready to grow.i have felt ready

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this is a not-very-good picture of a very good piece that was made by an old friend of mine, and which i stumbled across while walking around in a not-marriott part of town in-between conference things today. sorry: not expecting to see anything of particular interest on my walk, i didn't have a proper camera on me.the gallery, lamontagne, looked closed, but wasn't, and i remembered the name from

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INVITE_MED2 Originally uploaded by michelapineisn't it pretty?

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huh. so blogger now hosts images. when did that happen? it's about time-- wish there was more space, though. i haven't been super-stoked about any one host i've tried, yet. eh.

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The article below first appeared in the July 26, 2004 issue of the New Yorker. It is available online, at the New Yorker and various article-archiving websites, but if you are a broke-ass teacher or a broke-ass brilliant kid, I want you to have it. If Someone Out There asks me to take it down, I will, but not before pleading the case of the brokity teachers and students.We will chit-chat about

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from march 15, new yorkerfrom february 1, nyt science section:keats is less wacky than people think.

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i met a dog this weekend, a perfectly built and well-mannered if slightly aloof dalmatian by name of henry.he sort of manages the flow of energy at the arm, i suppose.he reminded me of the neighbor's old dog, of endless miles and incredibly strong urine. in spite of the smell, i did dig that dog. and i did dig running with him.it took all i could manage to withhold my standard offer: "let me know

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I have sunk deeper than ever.Dinner tonight is macaroni and cheese from a box-- and not just a box, but a frozen one.It was Amy's, but still.This is what happens when you work late, spend an hour on the treadmill trying to find LOST on the gym tv only to discover that it's on at *9* instead of *8* (curse of watching on the internet after-the-fact: you forget, sometimes, when it's actually ON),

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2009 was kind of a bust in the running life of the crumbs.wonderful living of wonderful life made it kind of hard to take time out of wonderful days and nights to strap on the asics and hit the streets, and wonderful sleep with wonderful companion made it especially hard to get up early on weekends and choose solitude in the streets. and when i did get up and out, of course i overdid it and

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what do you do when facebook (etc) tells you to "say hello" to this friend you haven't posted to/messaged in a while? when the reason you have not posted/messaged in a while is that that friend is dead?i love my friends. i mourn them when terrible things steal them away from me and all the other people who love them. but it's an odd thing to continue to write to them via their social networking

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so i haven't been online much...well. that's not true.clearly, i haven't been on THIS line much, nor have i been keeping up w/ personal emails and such. i feel like i am old, PROFESSIONAL lady. i work so much and sometimes the last thing i want to do when i get out of work is to open my laptop back up. so.*however*, i recently did what you're supposed to do every so often-- i googled myself. when

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(from an email to friends who gave me a gift of some amazing accommodations in Ubud)Hello, Emily, Megan & Beth!So Steve and I checked into Alam Indah/Alam Shanti this morning, and we have to say, "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU"... the room is *beautiful*. As are the grounds. And views. And staff. Really, it's gorgeous, and spacious enough for an entire family. If you ever make it to Bali...We

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i just finished wrapping an anonymous gift for a student of mine.typically, i do not give anonymous gifts to students. typically, i give signed gifts, and i give them to everyone. but either tomorrow or friday, i will be secretly violating a student's lunchbox before the end of the day and leaving a clandestine gift for him to find when he unpacks his lunchbox at home....i subscribe to and

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like velvet.

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2008 saw me turn a corner or two!1. g'bye rt! you are great and i wish you all good things! but even w/ a brief, somewhat confusing relapse around this time in 08, goodbye, goodbye! it couldn't have worked out better for each of us.2. at some point, the sky cleared. i still miss my mom -- i cannot read old writings from her last days, and i still cannot let my mind recall certain things about her

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n/t.

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i guess: welcome, you weirdo."mango boobs" = topped

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this is what my body is doing today:- being mid-cycle cranky & tired- fighting a sinus infection- dealing w/ a sore throat- fighting a UTI w/ the help of antibiotics- possibly developing a YI b/c of the antibiotics - i'm about to go down 32 ounces of yogurt to try to balance out my flora- dealing w/ GI trouble that is either related to the antibiotics or this thing that's been going around the

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this is an all-purpose entry for various links and passages that articulate this anxiety i've been feeling better than i can:maureen dowd on palingloria steinem on palinjesus christ, ladyeven scarier than that is the woman herself(first of 3 parts up on youtube. look for parts 2 and 3 if you have the stomach for it.)probably most interesting to grammar & language-savvy elitists, and i don't think

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after a week of august's revenge -- hot, humid, and then a break of gushing, flooding september rain -- today offered sun, crisp breezes, clear skies and not a drop of dreadful late-summer humidity.and parks and round-headed babies with little hair and large eyesand everyone else and their short-legged dogs with underbitesand pink-haired argentines and of-course-blonde danes and swarthy matts of

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today a couple of my kids mentioned the fact that my mother isn't alive.every year, montessori primary classrooms open with cultural studies about the self and the family. every year in my life as a montessori teacher, i have fielded september questions about my own family.last year was my first fall without my mother, and because i'm not much of a liar, i made the conscious decision to answer

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what is the appeal, for you, in running a runner off the road?what is it that makes you think life would be better if you veer toward the shoulder -- and the runner laboring in it -- when you have plenty of room in your own lane as well as in the next?i'm not pissed -- it's no trouble for me to step off the road as i run. if anything, it keeps things varied and less boring. but what's in it for

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is pretty much going as well as i had hoped it would. i am ridiculously happy in general- half the summer has been spent reading and swimming on beaches, half in the company of children perched atop concrete seals (i won't explain, but believe me: funny). i'm on a running vacation-- that is, still running, but without a race on the horizon. running across bridges and in rain purely for fun (so

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i was feeling really goodreally, really goodi mean, i have been. everything is going well-- i'm healthy, it's summer, i've got a pile of plump summer plums on this plate next to me, i've been reading, i've been writing, i've been soaping, i've been catching up with old friends who wander into my field of view and making new ones who have done the same, i'm spending time with my friends' roly-poly

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came home, washed my face, decided that some shit in boxes needed to be cleaned out & tossed.some interesting things i found:- a bunch of vintage buttons i meant to ebay years ago. i should do it this week or chuck them.- my good-bye book from 4th grade. shannon = best friend a 4th grader could ever have. and that kid jon was totally in love with me. i wish i could remember his last name, or

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which were marked on thursday, and remarked upon this afternoon:hey: it's okay! the bike may be sold or fall to pieces or explode, it won't matter. my friend surprised me with his sentimental self today; it caught me underprepared. my friend of bare closets and cabinets, of purged boxes and full garbage cans, don't sweat the bike. i'm reluctant to sell it because i wish against all logic that it

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technological difficulties -->1. missed pete this time around2. am way behind in my emails, but it's cool, i'll have some time this week to catch up3. am way behind in my work, but it's cool, it's summer4. made time to go outside. sanded a boat, varnished the transom & bow, primed & painted the sides & bottom.5. took jessie to Encounters @ the End of the World on tuesday.6. took emma, becca &

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1. my sister. surgery. ectopic egg never really got all the chemo, so it had continued to develop in her tube. golf-ball sized by the time they got it out this morning.2. my car. missing. if stolen... uh. if towed, they're still tracking it down. to get it back from an impound lot, i'd need 3 pieces of documentation: my license, my registration & my insurance card. 2 of those three things are in

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it's june! finally!the farm market is back in the park -- here, it's 2x a week, not just once! -- and all around me the organic & locally grown produce has dropped in price juuuust enough to say EATMEso. i eat.all my life, warm weather has seen me eating primarily raw fruits & vegetables for breakfast, lunch and snacks-- i wonder if i can aim for raw dinners most of the week as well, or more

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steve picked up a gift for me on his way back from work today.can you make out the tag?STEVIA hahahahahsweetest plant from the sweetest man.do you know that i cannot think of one SO of mine who has ever given me a plant? flowers, yes, but never, as far as i can recall, a plant. they've all been wonderful, generous people, but i do think that's kind of odd given that i've always sort of... enjoyed

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the current running through my mind, the general backdrop to my thoughts, the hum that hums quietly along and then occasionally stands up and announces itself to my conscious mind is something along the lines of this: "i'm in love with you"oh, brown eyes, brown lashes. oh, hands. oh, heart. i love all of you.

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803 posts on the crumbs, including this one.maybe i'll hang it up when it gets to an even 1000.this is many years, on here!as i drew back the curtain in the bathroom this evening, i saw the tree in the backyard and noticed the broadness of the leaves and thought of how many times, how many spring and summer days in new jersey, i have meant to sit and write this thing brewing in my head about

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this is vs running back up the wburg bridge to chase down this little old man on a bicycle so that he could take a picture of the little old man, the little old bicycle and the GIANT FUCKING FISH the man had caught and which was hanging off the back.i was laughing too hard to chase vs chasing the little old man, which is why he's just a dot in the middle of the picture.earlier in the week i'd

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1. aaaah! i only knocked 4 minutes off last year's time! forgiveable, but in *training* i've knocked off more than 10! what happened??2. lots of last-minute drop-outs. totally understandable in all cases, but i hope one day we can all run together.3. bob is amazing. a) another incredible pre-race dinner. so generous, so good. b) he ran 7:02-7:05 splits the *whole way*. if he trains for it, i bet

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may i introduce you to the newest of my classroom companions? Mr. Peeper Birdie RedNose, named by popular vote among the Red Room staff and students. (near misses: "Butterfly Heart" and "Bootie")he joins the illustrious company of Hiro the Beta Fish, Lucas the Turtle (part-time adjunct) and a spate of as-yet-unnamed tadpoles.please let me know if any of you are interested in taking on one ore

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1. i never told you about running into s. and her dad on the PATH a few weeks ago. sad/sweet. i couldn't see her face for a while b/c of all these legs between our faces, but i could hear her voice just fine. and her father is unmistakeable. this was part of the sad thing: her father, after noticing me, covered his lap. later, i saw that his lap was wet. from a spill or from urine, i could not

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not as lascivious as it sounds.i have a lot of space, lately, for one person, but i notice that other loved things have begun to take up residence by my head. it is an intimate space, so the collection is revealing in some way, i think. would you like to know?1. my laptop, 99% of the time that I am home. i work up there some weeknights until i pass out on my keypad, you see. thursday nights in

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the list. or rather, not the list

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bob is up for tenure april 25!!!he will get it. of course he will get it.so. !!!!!

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these were taken on my walk today-- aren't they lovely?wed/th plans fell through, so instead of spending 3 hours on a train, i spent a little over an hour in the car and went somewhere else.i. have. missed. hiking.and camping and so many things.i spent the return side of the trip just thinking a series of surprised punctuation marks because really-- really, really-- had it been *11 YEARS* since

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went with d. to the guggenheim this afternoon-- (man, has it really been years and years and years? years and years and years? see, this is what happens... please, michele, never stop doing the things you always loved and still love to do)-- to finally see cai guo-qiang's IWTB, and it was amazing.highlights, for me:1. i love the guggenheim. it is never anything less than a pleasant walk, and it

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i think i jinxed it!

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i am in a good mood!

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ccchubby convertible

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maybe the bright and glowy stuff is bedazzler stonesbrilliant!

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oh mani had such a crappy half of a daythe first crappy half of a day since i started at this schoolkind of an "are you kidding me??" kind of crappy immediate downturn in the daybut you know.i passed on the gugg to meet up w/ vs and manman, man, man, man, manone of the luckiest things in my 20s was meeting this one and becoming his friend. or rather, that he became a friend of mine.there is a

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so d. and i drove out to hamburg yesterday to look at all manner of scaly things, and i finally learned why the rainbow boa is called the rainbow boa:although, had it been named more recently, it might be named something else... the lurex boa, perhaps, or the glomesh boa?either way.it was hard to leave empty-handed-- partly because sometimes i wonder if lucas might want a friend to hang out with

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especially at stage Dbut handsome? personally, i wouldn't have chosen that word.still, it's really, really hard to argue with bryan, age 5, who painstakingly carved out the following words in the Frog Observation Notebook today:Thay ar all aliv still.Thay ar vary big.Thay swim vary fast.Thay ar vary vary handsom.they are still alive, they are getting big, they do swim very fast, and so, sure. i

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if she ever says she lived in africa to study art, don't say i never warned you... swf. take note.***so. if i may unload for a minute, may i ask you, my gentle reader(s), your take on what a person would mean when she says, "but know that we cannot be friends"?i had thought i had spoken plainly enoughi had thought that meant that, barring some pre-breakup planned overlaps (friends from out of

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i spent waaaaay too long laughing at -- at -- pictures of a very unbabylike baby on saturday nightand by "laughing," i mean more like "cackling crazily"and this just made my day:for all my good intentions over the last few weeks,ahaohi suppose i'm still downward-bound after all.(in other news: ectotherms around the corner! in good company!)

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opens with the AMS national'tis the season, you know, to think hard on what makes you a good person, who made you a good person. and then, to consider whether you help others to be or become good people.in 2000, mr. rogers asked us to take a moment and appreciate "all those who had loved us into Being."jonathan kozol, that same year and then some 7 years later again, encouraged us to do the same

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yesterday i ran some hurt out in a good, quick 3 with mb, and then met up w/ h. for a very much needed social bike ride.how good to go for a ride with someone else! how good to ride out and find the stars where they hide themselves over jersey city in the chilly dark til our fingers freeze in knuckle-crunchy C shapes and our noses are bright pink! how good to warm up with salty soup and hot,

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from tonight:1. When God gives you lemons2. you GET A NEW GODLOLzzzz

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6 months is SEPTEMBER 2, 20081 year is MARCH 2, 200910 years is MARCH 2, 2018(put it in your outlook! ical! phone! whatever! i guarantee you, i am right!)i wrote pages-- *pages!* -- on just this on december 22, january 2. december 22 saw me feeling one way, january 2 saw me feeling a completely different way... and even though both entries said different things in their specifics, they shared a

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are some high noses like my mother's.highs & lows, highs & lows.

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has lymphoma and apparently 4 months left.he calls me back now.

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apparently the last entry was #777i should learn to quit while i'm ahead.mom's birthday was friday-- that should explain a lot.in the meantime, there have been late nights, lots of maps, lots of ragged-edged images scooting in around the sides of my mind, and very little sleep.i have the best secret pal.i have the best faux-family (extended = burns' camp, chant camp), and they fed me well and

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i had said that i would cut it and donate it in october, in honor of my mother. i had all intentions to, i really did. i promised children i would (a few of my favorites had donated their own in her honor last may-- i was so inspired by their actions that i promised them i would do the same).but october has come and gone, and it's now mid-november and my hair is still long.my problem w/ it is

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all at once, overnight. tuesday, i believe.it seems like we're having another one of those years-- summer reaches deep into october, and maybe even into the tip of november, and then BAM winter.i was thinking about his tree the other day on my way to work and getting all typical, small-talk sort of cranky -- "we didn't have a FALL this year and even the trees are pissed" "that maple, she held out

raritannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128785.post-26641231298270502322007-11-04T01:01:00.000-04:002007-11-04T01:21:11.275-04:00

(x-post from the running blog)to dad:hey dadi don't know that i've ever heard that song, but thanks(you have seen them, though, those inchworms: they do stand up and stretch and poke their heads around before deciding in which direction to land their front ends, from time to time)running in central park earlier today i was thinking about that. so many times, i just think about the miles i have to

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Re: today things.« Reply #10 on: Today at 06:13:05 PM » Reply with quote Modify+ stoked for kristen & doug!+ stoked to be IN MY HOUSE (i have been locked out w/o keys since friday, when i dropped them in a parking lot at a wedding in the pouring rain)+ wedding was fun, also i think the skirt i wore was a WINNER+ the baby is MARRIED. maybe this is technically a "-", as i think the universe just

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without mama thuy in the wings.i know it never goes away, but it still catches me off-guard.i wear this necklace with her name on it, and it's no surprise when a student touches it (children are like magpies-- they like shiny things). what is surprising is how i choke when they ask what it says.i explain to parents that i welcome them to come in to share their cultural traditions with the class

raritannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128785.post-88528412187240949802007-09-23T04:21:00.000-04:002007-09-23T04:24:58.947-04:00

there is something very sweet, there.

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i found a picture online that reminded me of my old friend, so i stuck it in as a comment on another part of the internet.he saw that comment, and he wrote back-- he has moved back this way, and is close again.reading what he wrote, i remembered his site and visited it again for the first time in a while (he writes so well, and i've always loved reading... but i haven't been online as much in the

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were born on sept 10.emma proves herself year after year.joining her in 2007 (fresh out the oven) is josh seipp's beautiful baby. love him by default. i mean c'mon. seipp's.

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1. best friend2. tutor in areas in which i am lacking3. a peer in areas in which i am comfortable4. a listener, often, in areas in which i am strong5. a fellow list-maker (more practiced and successful in the crossing-off of items)6. a defender, a hero, a superintendant7. a caller, a visitor, a doer, a giver, a sharer8. faux sibling, a fake twin (very fraternal, very; but bonded nonetheless-- i

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first: there were lots of lovely babies:second: c'mon. i got to hang w/ my dad and sister:and it was the first wedding i'd ever been to where the tents we'd been sleeping in the night before were part of the wedding scenery...:(see in the background)and where the reception was held in a barn:and featured not just delicately folded origami cranes:but lots of funny folded balloons:and how happy,

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here are some pictures from wednesday & thursdayhaven't bothered cropping or manipulating in any way yetso we started w/ a mens' singles match feat. devilder and youzhny-- devilder was beaten fairly handily, but devilder had the funner name (devildog, i say)youzhny was looking a little confused for a good part of the match, except when dealing out stubbornly good backhands.then we wandered out to

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met up w/ dear ol' matt for a couple of hours just now, and i have to say, we are the champs of relationship dissection for each other, by now. it does me no good at this point, of course, but perhaps he will return to his rocky mountain mistress with some clarity and hope. either way, though, the biggest portion of his heart is in nyc and i think he will return home to make a new home, with or

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broken briefly by a flutter-- mustache? or no mustache? etc. what fun.other highlights:1. the big bang is tomorrow-- this year's project = A Feast from Seven Continents. It may be spotty, but we will deliver.2. kim on saturday.3. dad & his first lesbian wedding on sunday (no, no, not HIS lesbo wedding-- it doesn't work that way. oh, you know what i mean.).4. soon, the schedule will go back to

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the lastfm thing won't be updating this week-- it's been all radio, all roach, since kcr brought me the news late thursday.RIP, dude.

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no, thanks.

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There are certain truths that being stuck in a car with 3 ten-to-twelve-year-old girls for hours on end will remind you of...1. puberty is fucking hard, but like most hard things, you lean on your friends when you need to lean on your friends and you just deal.2. somehow, shared music goes a long way to cement friendships.3. in many ways, boys are gross and dumb4. in many of the same ways, boys

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is one of whiteness, of yellowness, and where the two do not overlapi realized this earlier this spring, watching the whitest woman alive give a presentation to a bunch of kids on her husband's home culture with precision and joy.i know, i know it's my issue and not his. and i know that especially now, it's even more an issue of mine rather than of ours. but it still blows my mind just a little

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six months.

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but everything reminds me-- had great plans to leave at 10 on the dot, be home by 11 or so and in bed by 11:30-- fresh legs for tomorrow, fresh legs.but no.did get home 11:30... but hadn't eaten my nice, carby dinner. hadn't wanted to give up my primo spot, you see, not even for all the hamburger love in the park. my soul was eating her up for dinner or something, i dunno.my belly, though. oh,

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(ps side note: he's my little brother and a goof. i admit that even when he was 24, i had a hard time taking him seriously as an adult up until the day my mom died. her breathing changed and her eyes changed-- we all thought she was trying to ask for something, but he knew she was about to go and just moved the clock so that he could see it. he's the one who called the time b/c the rest of us

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i have been slacking on my running (well, not in most recent weeks, but in the weeks leading up to most recent weeks) and am pushing for greater accountability.so.the running blogthe running logit takes a lot for me to post those two things b/c i have always been the *most shy* runner. but w/e, i need to get past that. so.please if you visit either of those things realize that i slacked off a LOT

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Yasso 800s are an invention of Runner's World staffer Bart Yasso, who has run more than 50 marathons and ultramarathons. Because of their simplicity, Yasso 800s have proven popular and useful for marathoners worldwide. Basically, Bart says that if you want to run a marathon in 2:45, 3:29 or 4:11, you should train to the point where you can run 10 repeats of 800 meters in the same time 2:45, 3:29

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time to turn some stuff aroundtime to get into summer.i feel like most of it could turn out to be sweet, sweet. i feel like i can thank O. for her hard work and patience and then go tend to my junk on my own.one nagging, sinking thing, and that is something about end-of-may ends-of-leases and the possibility that one particular good thing has hauled on out without me before i could really see

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monday appt got moved to tues; tues appt got fouled up; spent the time running, instead. worked out well-- apparently, tues & thurs, elementary school kids have track practice after the high school kids kick off for the day-- so i found myself slapping hands w/ 4 former students and one former landlady's kid.but on the drive southward, i was thinking about how, basically, i've inherited the

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results should be posted by nowif i was running 9+ i will be pissed.edit (2:54pm):fhdskhflajgh i was running 9:10s!but i WASN'T running 9:10s, i was running way faster! i just had to keep stopping to climb over people! =(jfhakfeh w/e worse things in life. blah.

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but first:- i was raped in 1997; i managed. i didn't talk about it to anyone-- not even the clinic worker who felt like a lifeline at the time-- for five years. and then i just mentioned it to those closest to me, so they'd have context for understanding my perspective on certain things. but i managed my own recovery and feel i came out okay.- i miscarried in 2002. again, i managed. i talked to 3

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i have been eating a pile of haribo gummy bears.i thought, "these feel like little children's fingers."then i thought, "except that then they'd have sharp nail parts and crunchy bone parts."chew, chew.then i thought, "little boy penises."i am no longer eating the pile of haribo gummy bears.

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there have been a couple of small things bouncing around that have been making me think, "enough! enough enough! it's time!"the lady reminds me that you really can't strategize your way out of grief. you can't make enough lists to get you past it faster. so i will quit getting down on myself about still feeling incredibly lonely in this weird way, b/c ...well, whatever, i am incredibly lonely for

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Click here--> Support the American Cancer Society! Thanks!1. gastric cancer did its thing and took my mom 3 months ago today2. in honor of her effort & spirit, i am running my first official race greater than 5k, the Broad Street Run - 10 miles through Philly this coming Sunday!3. in doing so, i am raising money for the American Cancer Society, which aims to kick cancer's ass for real.SO: if

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that it's been nearly a month!so i suppose i have been busy,or something.developments:1. started talking to a lady about THE lady2. run into considerable doubts about the future b/c of how the he and the i and the we each/all related --and hell, relate-- to Our Ladies growing up and post-their-mortem(s?).3. ran 8 miles and hurt my hip4. got my hip back in order5. started up w/ jonathan ru of

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but you know that jolt you get when someone is as mutually stoked on it as you are?that was one of the best things about talking to jmr last summerand i have that again*and I. AM. STOKED.distant friend! i am so happy to have you already!

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so on this thursday night, i am again a wreck over my mother. it happens.so i started looking through old pictures again. probably a bad idea, but i am home alone tonight so who cares...found the funny one i'd posted elsewhere recently, of me turning 7 over a birthday cake decorated to look like a giant mcdonald's cheeseburger b/c at the time i was able to (and ALLOWED TO??) shovel 4-7

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karen... i got the book today.long day-- all-weekend conference for work, and i've been leaving at 7am and getting back at 9, going to the gym, and getting home at 10, 10:30. checked the mail and opened it... and i just had to sit down and thank you in my heart.one of the guest speakers at this conference yesterday was maya angelou... who is not just wise but so, so, nearly impossibly funny and

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i am home.i haven't announced the fact to anyone around here, yet, though, b/c i just don't know that i'm ready to deal with anyone's face-to-face sympathy. if you see me around, please just let me be business-as-usual, don't ask about ache and hurt and sadness. because of course i feel them and of course, if you are a friend to me, you are sad that i feel them. i will not get back to feeling

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My friends-My mother-- funny, elegant, pint-sized lioness Thuy-- died on Monday afternoon after a grueling 2-year battle with gastric cancer. Wake/visitation/vigil etc will be Wednesday & Thursday; funeral is slated for Friday-- all in San Clemente, CA. Whether you knew her well or not, you know me and how much I love this woman, and maybe you have some sense of her through me. And if you have

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Touched and hurting, both.How terrible that your husband was misdiagnosed for so long! Time can be so valuable.My mother's latest problem is a recurrance that they did not expect. Her scans and bloodwork were clear of any sign of cancer-- they thought her bowel issues were a result of scarring from her initial radiation. But when they opened her up to resolve that issue, they saw that it was a

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hey, d-she's a tough little mother (ha)her mind is hanging on beyond her body's normal ability to do soliterally, her effort at this point is beyond human, super-human by definitionher doctors are amazedwe are amazedand in the terrible position of watching the body die when the mind refuses to--a Self at odds with itself.happy-sad, you know?i'll keep you posted when things resolve.thanks so much

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