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| Living my days in these places of such beauty and awe....
A poem from New Mexico.
Forgive, Since this was written for my friend Kyra, it is repleat with inside jokes.
The side door to this secret room
is marked with Juniper, Sage and Willow.
Old trees, Old rocks, and our infant tracks in the sand.
The world is condensed here,
makes sense, here -
Long deep strip of sky,
Ancient hand work writing,
and fluid stones - in light that shows us shape with shadows.
As simple as walking,
as inevitable as a stream flowing to wiser water
we come upon the river.
She is clothed in white frozen lace
eddying around each rock,
embroidered with cracks as delicate as silken threads.
Yet under her winter finery
her naked body still runs to the sea.
You shout our greeting, an echo invites us in
and we dine with her until our souls are full.
Stumbling smiles and thanks we take our leave.
A big step up and we are eye level with the desert.
Another step and the river disappears,
tucked away
like a photograph on the desk of your heart.
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| Hi All
For those of you who are in Hawaii, please give me a call. I
forgot my address book in Portland, so I can't call anyone. I'm
not shunning you, I'm just disconnected! Give me a call.
In other news, Hawaii is just what it always was. Surfing, time
with my parents, and impending cubic ootles of free time that I don't
know what to do with. Lately I've been happily occupied with
books:
Books read:
Emma - Jane Austin
Sputnik Sweetheart - Murakami
Chronicle of a Death Foretold - Garcia Marquez
Half way through:
Memoirs of a Geisha - that guy
Ender's Game - uhhh
Books to come:
Japanland - my Dad gave it to me...
Things Fall Apart - Achebe
The new Bamboo Ridge
School Figures - Cathy Song
And more!
But I need to make another trip to a book store ....
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| I'm Back!
Well, kinda. It depends on where you, my dear reader, are. I am currently in California, back from my 10 days of high desert sun and train adventuring in New Mexico. It was wonderful and dry and beautiful and high up. Very, very high up. So much so that I was sick with the altitude for three days. Oh, the injustice of it all. Being flat on my back, while a whole desert and mountain range was out there just waiting to be explored. But I rallied my strength and at least had an awesome walk my last day. Bleck for altitude. But I still really love New Mexico. Perhaps I'll put in a poem later - I think it would do it more justice than trying to describe it here....
And tomorrow I'm back in Hawaii (for at least two weeks). Horrah for long winter vacation. Coming horror in the speed that spring semester will probably progress with. And then graduation. And then.... I don't know. Although I'm getting really sick of people asking me what my plans are. I don't know!
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| "Through the Joys of Figurative Language....."
When we last left Laurel, she was battling the icy throws of an unwieldy thesis. Uncertain if she would make it out of the library alive, she willed her supply of precious blueberry granola to her roommates. Now, three weeks later, we return to her again to ask the age-old questions: What is the meaning of life? Why were thesiseseis’s invented? Do armadillos have toes? And why do I always whine about school-work in xanga posts?
Really, it’s not that bad. I just felt like I should milk this over-dramatic stress-out thesis-writing senior thing one last time before it is done. (AND DONE FOR GOOD).
All I am going to do next semester is write poetry and make art. It will be a beautiful, beautiful thing.
And tomorrow we perform my scene! Ok, not “we,” my actors will do it. But I’m very excited. For all of you on campus, stop by for it: it will be at 6:00 in the Black Box (Tuesday). And while I’m doing plugs….. You campus people should also come to my study skillz workshop Thursday (7:30-8:30 in Thayer). It will be fun and short (only an hour)! Plus, free cookies….
I should really get more LC kids to read this thing, so that they will go to my events. But how…
Well faithful friends, there is always you, and milk duds…. Mmm, milk duds.
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| Swirling Vortex of Death!
...otherwise known as my thesis.
Actually this is partly true since a good portion of this hefty little paper is devoted to maelstroms, which for the English layperson is "any state of turbulence or confusion; a swirling mass of small objects." (- heart OED) Unfortunately this seems to mirror the state of my paper.
Ok... not really.... More like the state of my brain.
I talked to a classmate today (on the way to the library, where else?) and she had an epiphany on the purpose of thesisesisees'. Its none of that cap-stone shit. It's to make seniors so sick of college that they can't wait to leave. I think I might agree....
But really (I keep on telling myself) where is this stress getting me? Higher blood pressure? More cups of green tea? It's all so ridiculous sometimes. I need to go frolic in the waves. | | |
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