me = 0
world = III
god, i hate the world right now.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
goodbye to a friend
i know it is not the end of the world.
i know this.
and so i keep saying it under my breath as i move from meeting to meeting, from briefing to briefing. but i can't stop thinking about it.
my baby's dead and she's never coming back. not for the long walks to the train tracks on warm and sunny days. not for the silent mouthing of each delicate word with my head down so people don't notice. not for a single drive, ride, or walk down lyndale. my baby's gone and she ain't ever coming back.
we lived this life together. it wasn't all good times either. often, she would rush through the best parts. i’d catch her doing it and force her to go back. sometimes, in the shower, she'd get bothered about the steam and just stop all together. lately, she would just freeze up and not respond to my attempts to resuscitate her. it would take me minutes to breathe life back into her bruised little body. she was my first and, honestly, i just didn't know how to treat her. i had to learn all at once. some mistakes were made and i can’t take them back. a drop here and there, never quite knew how delicate she actually was. but it's too late now.
i guess i knew it was coming. maybe it was just her time. regardless, that time came too soon.
my baby's dead now. she’s gone and no mac technician can ever bring her back.
i know this.
and so i keep saying it under my breath as i move from meeting to meeting, from briefing to briefing. but i can't stop thinking about it.
my baby's dead and she's never coming back. not for the long walks to the train tracks on warm and sunny days. not for the silent mouthing of each delicate word with my head down so people don't notice. not for a single drive, ride, or walk down lyndale. my baby's gone and she ain't ever coming back.
we lived this life together. it wasn't all good times either. often, she would rush through the best parts. i’d catch her doing it and force her to go back. sometimes, in the shower, she'd get bothered about the steam and just stop all together. lately, she would just freeze up and not respond to my attempts to resuscitate her. it would take me minutes to breathe life back into her bruised little body. she was my first and, honestly, i just didn't know how to treat her. i had to learn all at once. some mistakes were made and i can’t take them back. a drop here and there, never quite knew how delicate she actually was. but it's too late now.
i guess i knew it was coming. maybe it was just her time. regardless, that time came too soon.
my baby's dead now. she’s gone and no mac technician can ever bring her back.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
safe travels
friday, 8:30pm. at cafe du monde in new orleans. wasted. grab onto my phone and send the following text message:
"i am in a wasteland with the most wonderful hosts. this city is lovely. makes me want to stay..."
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tuesday. 1:45pm. at work in minneapolis. tired. grab onto my laptop and begin to write this. realize i still mean it.
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my trip to new orleans was precious.
i ate crawfish. drank local beers. saw good music. spent time with old friends. met new friends. played with dogs. witnessed the spelling of 'creaming' in an intense game of drunken scrabble. bought spring dresses. flew first class. pointed out barbara streisand's house. tripped on the sidewalk. crashed on the floor. touched a gator at the gator museum. wore the same jeans for three days straight. walked through a busy market. sang along at the abbey. sent out postcards. watched men shave chests. gambled on the plane. saw a widened mississippi.
"i am in a wasteland with the most wonderful hosts. this city is lovely. makes me want to stay..."
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tuesday. 1:45pm. at work in minneapolis. tired. grab onto my laptop and begin to write this. realize i still mean it.
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my trip to new orleans was precious.
i ate crawfish. drank local beers. saw good music. spent time with old friends. met new friends. played with dogs. witnessed the spelling of 'creaming' in an intense game of drunken scrabble. bought spring dresses. flew first class. pointed out barbara streisand's house. tripped on the sidewalk. crashed on the floor. touched a gator at the gator museum. wore the same jeans for three days straight. walked through a busy market. sang along at the abbey. sent out postcards. watched men shave chests. gambled on the plane. saw a widened mississippi.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
but... i'm not ready
as always.
nothing better than taking a poorly planned trip into the unknown. i figure i'll take it one step at a time as i see it coming. if one step is too little, i'll try and make my best jump.
new orleans is pretty this time of year. i've never seen the city in april but i have a good feeling about it.
nothing better than taking a poorly planned trip into the unknown. i figure i'll take it one step at a time as i see it coming. if one step is too little, i'll try and make my best jump.
new orleans is pretty this time of year. i've never seen the city in april but i have a good feeling about it.
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