February 2012
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…a job I might apply for requires “proficiency with the internet”
distort
aninch:
And we throw frightened shadows on the wall and
demand they find the
bigness to represent us.
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What my head is exploding with lately:
Austin
Des Moines
NYC
Portland
San Fran
Washington DC
(????otherplaces???)
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aninch:
A near sleeping girl delivers a
prayer that isn’t a prayer.
She is not old enough to know what she has done,
but it sends
tremors
through the
bones of her mother and
cries for the
arms of her sister and
tumbles her down hills of
wakefullness to a
sleep that god could not have granted her.
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If I had a smartphone, my bus ride to NYC tomorrow would just be me reading eJournals all day (my coworker sent me about 3 million links to different eJournals dedicated to different focuses of sustainability and I am soooo ready to read every single one of them).
SERIOUSLY just read some of these titles:
The Future of Food Eco-Labeling: Organic, Carbon Footprint, and Environmental Life-Cycle...
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“Most calculations [of the cost of algal fuel] do... →
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“The unfair advantage, to use a business term, enjoyed by the smaller local...”
– Joel Salatin, Folks, This Ain’t Normal (aka books I need to read…)
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Quit being surprised that the Sam contacting you...
1st, Sam is also short for Samuel. Both Samuel and Samantha shorten their names to become Sam.
2nd, I work for a group with WOMEN in their name—this fact should at least bump the possibility that “Sam” is a chick up to 50/50.
3rd, when you say “Ohhh, I wasn’t expecting a woman” try not to sound like you’re about to add “Good for you!”
4th,...
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And now, to have NPR help me be a total sap while... →
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Brandy and Monica Finally Release a Follow-Up to... →
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Fragments (by Stuart Ross)
“Fragments,” he said,
“I only catch fragments.”
She stabbed her steak with her fork
and met his eyes
“How come you never listen?”
“I’m sorry,” he said,
“I don’t know what it is—
everything’s disjointed.
Like a patchwork quilt
with the squares in the wrong places.”
She threw her rum in his face
and ran...
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Invited to an Academy Awards dinner party where there is a competition for best themed dish= The perfect way to keep a competitive and pun obsessed girl busy for an afternoon, scouring recipe and movie websites.
I HAVE THE BEST PUN/RECIPE EVER, GUYS. WAIT AND SEE.
Things I might sign up for... →
