This is what one minute of my day looked like. The rest of them looked a lot different, but this is the only one I got a picture of.
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“Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” Sylvia Plath
About Me
Writing is how I communicate to myself, and thus to others. When I capture a thought, secure it, label it, define it, interpret it, I can finally master it. As E.M. Forster said in a completely unrelated context, "How can I know what I think until I see what I say?"
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September
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- 29 September 2008.
- On things going swimmingly.
- The best thing that's ever happened to me, part II.
- 22 September 2008.
- The elephant in the room that I always see, even i...
- It's unfortunate that we only talk about people wh...
- "It is human nature to want to exchange ideas, and...
- Making dollars and cents make sense.
- Cute kids.
- As water reflects face . . . maybe.
- Has it really been almost 400 years?
- The last thing I expected to find in my mailbox.
- I hate it when people just post quotations.
- Intro to Philosophy.
- Shameless promotion always makes a good birthday p...
- Today was the day I realized that it's possible fo...
- Anatomy of a lit major.
- This has nothing to do with anything, but then, li...
- To think that I distinctly remember hoping for the...
- "Sure, Eliot's poems were difficult and depressing...
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2 comments:
You have a nice life.
I do have a nice life! I love this place.
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