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Descriptive PortraitureYour eagerness to begin our first day together, in person, was as bright and warm as the golden California sunshine that crept playfully into your window. You waited to wake me only for as long as you could stand to, then tousled my hair and spoke to my jetlag-stricken self in singsong until I stirred.
Your own dark brown tresses, unbrushed, fell flawlessly around your face and onto your pajamas-clad shoulders as you responded to a few e-mails on your laptop. The contrast between your skin and hair in the light of dawn was absolutely striking. In mid-dress, I whipped out my camera and sneaked a picture. You mock-fumed when you heard the shutter click.
"Don't worry," I reassured you. "I won't post it anywhere."
But I did, and thank goodness you were forgiving. It was too perfect not to share. Even my smarting eyes could tell that your face had expressed the utmost sense of joy and serenity.
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That blue-and-white-striped Hollister shirt had been a staple in your wardrobe for ne
Adventures of a CarAs I surveyed my car while my father in-law's phone rang, I considered the events which had led to this. Remarkably, I wasn't angry or upset. In spite of losing my car, I wasn't panicking. Rather, I was quite level-headed, and would soon share a laugh.
Purchasing the car had been a necessity. Just after replacing the radiator in my 1993 Buick LeSabre, I bumped into a Jeep Grand Cherokee which was traveling at about 35 miles per hour. The slight bump unhitched and bent the hood, knocked out a headlight, tore off the grille, and, to add insult to injury, bent the brand new radiator backward over the engine.
The replacement was a 2000 Ford Focus wagon. The dealer had obtained it at auction with only 58,000 miles. It was previously a corporate car. I had high expectations on that basis; since it was previously owned by a corporation, I was of the impression that the car would have been in good shape. After all, a company would care for its assets.
I had not expected what would follo
diez.Stellen Sie sich vor, Sie sitzen in einer feinen Runde am Tisch und der Salat wird serviert. Sie nehmen das Messer in die rechte Hand und die Gabel in die linke – wenn Sie könnten. Aber der linke Arm gehorcht Ihnen nicht. Schlaff baumelt er an Ihrer Seite nach unten wie der Ärmel einer Jacke, welche über die Stuhllehne hängt. Er lässt sich nicht bewegen. Obschon es sich für eine solche Gesellschaft nicht gehört, nehmen Sie die Gabel in die rechte Hand und spiessen das erste Salatblatt auf. Offenbar haben Sie ein medizinisches Problem, welches Sie aber zuerst selber in Ruhe ansehen möchten, bevor Sie mit anderen darüber sprechen und womöglich Fragen auftauchen, die Sie nicht beantworten können.
In diesem Moment fühlen Sie, wie Ihr linker Arm ausgestreckt nach oben wandert, und im nächsten Augenblick sitzen Sie da wie ein Schüler, der im Unterricht artig die Hand hochhält, bevor er zu schwatzen beginnt. Aber
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32. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'6/2/72
I've been doing gardening lately, since getting the chickens settled, and it's quite enjoyable. I've sort of taken over the section Larry was going to do, but he's been spaced out because of Mary Jo.
I went through this whole sort of discovery thing a while back about a way I can strive to be a good person. Washing the dishes one day I realized, with Vicki's help, that I do it sloppy, and something from a book that had been lurking in my mind came to the front like inspiration.
The book was about the cultural revolution in China, and the part I thought of was about peasants in a certain village having a meeting about their work habits and deciding to get up an hour earlier to work better, and, quoting Mao, "serve the people." It was like a bell ringing true in my head, and I decided that if I'm going to do anything, washing dishes and all, that I ought to do my best and thus "serve the people" and myself. I found a copy of "the little re
31. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'4/25/72
A lot is getting together on the chicken coop now. Winnie has been the main one working on it with me, after the post holes were dug (Binjo and Larry helped on those) and Nancy and Vicki have helped too. I'm well into working on it now. It's fun to work with Winnie, though sometimes I feel a crazy competition streak and have silent contests to be able to drive a nail as fast as he can--which is not a bad goal, but little silly since he's got about a thousand more nails hammered behind him than I do. I get better at it all the time though.
Have been working on embroidery in the tipi for Winnie's and Mary's birthdays, but other than that my energy isn't spread out much on other things.
I went upstairs to Pat's bed just to relax, and was watching John play with Molly across the way, and I drifted into thoughts about how it must be really something to have a kid around from part you and part from a man you love or have loved. Then I thought
30. The True Journal of Fake 'Communist'4/9/72
Soon to go feed Mike H's animals, pick up some manure, etc. Another warm, sunny day. Larry and Jo got it on--she was up here for two days and wonder of wonders, they got around to telling each other they like each other and sleeping together and having fun. I think it's really great. Larry told the story a few times--he is quite happy and somewhat wired about the whole affair. As Pat said, he's a heavy romantic!
Had a women's meeting last night. Talked mainly about Stephanie's trouble with Binjo, how Binjo wants to get it on with Pat. Steph let out some tears and talk of her frustration with her anger, because though she feels she must have a distance from Binjo, she feels afraid of pushing him away further, and sees herself as just being cold and creepy. Her anger against Pat upsets her because it isn't entirely reasonable and Pat is always understanding, and she's not sure what to do about that.
The meeting depressed me to the
S.M.I.L.E. - His CurlsThe first thing I ever noticed about him were those dark curls of his. They were so wild and thick, making the giant defensive tackler seem like a small child. It was my first time seeing someone with real, natural curls. A part of me wanted to stand on the tips of my toes and reach my fingers up into that untamed mess, but I held back. After all, I didn't even know his name.
We only shared science and study hall together, sadly. Our lunch periods were the same as well, but he always sat far away, surrounded by his friends. Whenever I was able to, I would sneak a glance over at him before quickly looking away whenever one of them were to notice me staring. I could never seem to bring myself to talk to him, but for some reason he always seemed to notice me anyways. He would redirect me when I got lost in the hallways, made an effort to bring me into the conversation, even convinced me to participate in the dreaded School Spirit week.
It was such a strange concept to me. We had neve
Another worldShe rested her head on the plane window and let the electric guitars and screaming vocals flood her ears. The drums pounded away, and the dark, melodic vocals soothed her grieving soul. Her blue eyes surveyed the air around her; she longed to see someone. Even if it wasn't possible, she dreamed of seeing him. A crash of the symbols and a final riff collided in her eardrums, signaling a grand finale. As the vocalist screamed at the top of his lungs, she watched the world around her fall, as she slipped into another world.
She traveled to this dimension, eyelids heavy from her journey, and sleep embraced her peacefully.
But still he haunts her dreams.
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