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[21 Dec 2005|04:56pm] |
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It's been a very long time since I last updated this journal.
It's been well over a year since I've talked to many of you.
I have changed a lot of things in my life and I am a much happier (and stable) person than I ever was. I would like to extend the invitation to all of you to get to know me again, but only if you wish. I understand if you harbor bitter feelings from past events - we all do and it's natural, and I don't hold that against you. I was going through an extremely... weird, unstable, emotional and difficult time when I got to know and the last time I talked to some of you. We all go through things like that in our life and it's hard to deal with people when they ARE in those situations.. you never know what's next.
Anyway, it's all good in da hood, baby! Write me. If you'd like to be added to my more normally updated journal, let me know. Comment here. Something. I'd love to talk to you again.
We'll be back in Washington for good the first half of January... hopefully we can catch up.
~Nicole
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[30 Jun 2004|03:41am] |
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Bird On The Wire
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
~Leonard Cohen
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[29 Jun 2004|11:54pm] |
How I wish,
How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year.
Running over the same old ground;
What have we found?
The same old fears.
I wish you were here.
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| Ahh, Sultan life. |
[21 Jun 2004|09:05pm] |
It's nine o'clock on monday night.
I have the rest of my laundry to do.
I just got out of the shower.
My car is sitting outside in the driveway, begging me to drive somewhere.
Ohhhh wait. I need $45 before I can get the licensing done. Psh!
Dude.
I am bored for the first time since I moved.
DUN Dun dunnnnn.
I wish I had friends I could visit here in town. Damnit.
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[19 Jun 2004|05:03pm] |
oh. yeah.
the weight loss is up to 58lbs now.
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[09 Jun 2004|11:00pm] |
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The Buddha mentioned speech often because people have great difficulty with it. Their speech usually lacks warmth and intimacy, not because of what they say but because of what they feel. The Buddha's guidelines are to generate unconditional love in our hearts, a love that does not depend on other people's lovability. Only the arahant--the fully enlightened one--is totally lovable. Everybody else has some defilements. It's useless to consider other people's defilements; the only defilements that are of any interest to us are our own. They are exactly the same as everybody else's, only in different proportions.
Wrong speech is not necessarily abusive; it can be unkind, sarcastic, self-congratulatory, or self-inflating. These are all unwholesome ways of speaking. We eradicate them through purification and recurrent deliberation, checking ourselves again and again.
Right speech includes not lying, not backbiting, not speaking unkindly or abusively, not gossiping, not chattering idly, not setting one person against another. Unless we use speech skillfully, polishing it so that it has the desired impact without unpleasant repercussions, we haven't heard the Buddha's words properly. This aspect of his teaching has great importance for all of us.
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[08 Jun 2004|12:20pm] |
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and I gotta just say before I forget...
90.3/91.7 KEXP is such a wonderful radio station.
They have so much great music... a *lot* of local stuff, interesting shows and programs.
Check 'em out, if you're in the Seattle area.
Even if you're not, you can listen from their webpage.
http://www.kexp.org/
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[08 Jun 2004|12:14pm] |
This song completely describes my life the past few days.
:)
Jem - Finally Woken
Finally Woken, Finally Woken
I've been thinking ‘bout things
For a long while
I'm feeling so calm
I've got a big smile
I have a view of the sun
Right over the sea
And now I can feel
Life is flowing through me
You see I've finally woken
From a long sleep
I'm ready to jump
To make that blind leap
Coz I now believe
I have the power in me
I've got the faith baby
I can truly be free
Finally Woken
Finally Woken
Child don't worry it's ok
The sun is out for another day
And I say it'll be alright
[be alright]
Today's the first day of the
rest of your life
Remember, remember,
remember this, remember
Child don't worry it's ok
[I've got a big smile/I feel good]
The sun is out for another day
[someone's shining on me]
And I say it'll be alright
[be alright]
Today's the first day of the
rest of your life
Remember Remember
Remember this Remember
Child don't worry it's ok
The sun is out for another day
Today's the first day of the
rest of your life
And I say it'll be alright
[be alright]
Remember, remember,
remember this, remember
Finally Woken
[I've got a big smile/I feel good]
Finally Woken
[someone's shining on me]
Finally Woken
[I've got a big smile/I feel good]
Finally Woken
[someone's shining on me]
And I say it'll be alright, be alright
And I say it'll be alright, be alright
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[06 Jun 2004|12:28pm] |
Okay, this is just *weird*
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/3775957.stm
Cheese artist creates bed of ham
A US artist who once painted a house with tonnes of mozzarella cheese has covered a bed with slices of processed ham for his latest work.
Artist Cosimo Cavallaro unveiled the piece at a gallery at the Roger Smith Hotel in Manhattan on Thursday.
Mr Cavallaro sliced 140kg of ham and placed it on the bed. The ham will be kept in the air-conditioned gallery for two days.
"I feel like I am back in my mother's deli," Mr Cavallaro said.
The installation took three-and-a-half hours to build.
Mr Cavallaro, 41, said he was not concerned about attracting a pest problem. "They are welcome," he said. "Imagine what this looks like from the point of view of an insect."
Whetting appetites
The artists said he had often spent his summer holidays slicing ham at his mother's delicatessen in Montreal, Canada.
He said he had asked his mother not to come to the installation. "She would want to get in on the act," he said.
Local deli owners said they were getting more customers because the installation had whetted people's appetites.
He said he had decided to use processed ham because it was "a pure form of America: all kinds of parts, boiled and pressed together".
"The smells bring you back to unexpected places," he said. "It's very special."
In 2001 Mr Cavallaro painted a house in Powell, Wyoming, with several tonnes of cheese.
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[06 Jun 2004|12:05pm] |
I have the same birthday as:
Bono Vox
Chris Novoselic
Young MC
Sid Vicious
Teri Copley
John Wilkes Booth
Fred Astaire
Gary Owens
On my birthday in history:
Paper invented (China; 105 CE)
Michelangelo commissioned to paint Sistine Chapel
Ivory Billed Woodpecker declared extinct
Transcontinental Railroad completed (1869)
1st Planetarium in US opened
Battle of Ft. Ticonderoga (1775)
2nd Continental Congress met in Philadelphia (1775)
Frigate United States launched
1st Archeological Society founded
Largest Sturgeon caught (407 lbs.)
1st Woman nominated for US President (Victoria Woo)
Pullman Strike began (1894)
Werewolf in London premiered
1st Europe-wide newspaper published (1990)
Wounded Knee standoff ended (1973)
American Equal Rights Association founded (1866)
Last Laverne & Shirley episode aired (1983)
1st Year without a reported lynching in US South (1940)
Nazis began burning "unGerman" books (1933)
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[06 Jun 2004|04:13am] |
excerpt from La Belle Dame Sans Merci by W.B. Keats - 1819
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful--a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said--
"I love thee true."
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed--ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill's side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried--"La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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| Because I hate you all... |
[02 Jun 2004|05:55pm] |
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If there are numerous maggot ass sucking fuckheads on your friends list that keep posting shit like this in their journals, post this exact sentence in YOUR journal!!!!!!1!11one1uno!eleven11!!1!!
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[31 May 2004|11:27am] |
He who fights with monsters might take care
lest he thereby become a monster.
And if you gaze for long into an abyss,
the abyss gazes also into you.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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[24 May 2004|07:05pm] |
We’re a happy family we’re a happy family we’re a happy family me mom and daddy
We’re a happy family we’re a happy family we’re a happy family me mom and daddy
Siting here in queens
eating refried beans
we’re in all the magazines
Gulpin’ down thorazines
we ain’t got no friends
our troubles never end
No christmas cards to send
daddy likes men
daddy’s telling lies
baby’s eating flies
Mommy’s on pills
baby’s got the chills
I’m friends with the president
I’m friends with the pope
we’re all making a fortune
selling daddy’s dope
Siting here in queens
eating refried beans
we’re in all the magazines
Gulpin’ down thorazines
we ain’t got no friends
our troubles never end
No christmas cards to send
daddy likes men
We’re a happy family we’re a happy family we’re a happy family me mom and daddy...
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[23 May 2004|05:59pm] |
If you don't use ordinary life as a method to meditation, your meditation is bound to become something of an escape.
If your ordinary life becomes extraordinary, only then are you spiritual.
Zen
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[23 May 2004|12:46pm] |
preparing everything kosher is sorta fun.
I'm house sitting (until today) at grace and kevin's house, and over the weekend, I didn't screw up once with the dishes or preparation or silverware or anything.
woo!
kosher is neat! :D
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[17 May 2004|02:53pm] |
Dear Sir or Madam,
We regret to inform you that your birth was an accident as a result of product failure. Please report to your local hospital to be put down.
Thank you for your cooperation,
Durex
SSL International plc
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[10 May 2004|07:19pm] |
I just got a spam mail that simply says inside:
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sauterne bide cash curtsey influence typology handmade chloroplatinate
...how bizarre.
I think I shall make it into a poem. :D
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[07 May 2004|04:00am] |
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future...
your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.
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[07 May 2004|01:34am] |
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This song makes me swoon.
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