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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Just another childhood hero getting caught in their own web. That's ok, Whitney, I will always love you.

"[Whitney] Houston, one of the most celebrated pop stars of the 1980s and '90s, was ordered by the New Jersey Superior Court to sell off clothes, instruments and sound equipment to pay a debt to a warehouse storing the items."

09 Jan 2007 REUTERS/Jeff Zelevansky




Sunday, December 03, 2006

I want to have something to say, but I don't.
Nothing.

I'm all said out.



Wednesday, November 29, 2006

It's all. about. relationship.
Remind me that when I forget. please.


Friday, November 17, 2006

Haiku Night

Three hours hacking through
Wood, cardboard, cloth, epoxy.
Glorious pointe shoes.




Wednesday, November 15, 2006

I think I had seen the cherries in the Andre's catalog.

Wherever it had been, running on 5th Street near Kat's apartment had made me think of them. I just started my run when I saw them. Smashed berries of some kind splattered about the road. They were much brighter and juicier than the ones that are smashed into 51st Street in Kansas City which I encounter during each run from my own apartment. But those smashed berries are pale, matte orange and smell like crap. But every time I forget to cross the street to avoid them.

These Iowa berries looked enough like cherries to remind me of the white chocolate-dipped cherries and cozy mug of coacoa in the Andre's catalog.

And so they rested upon my mind until I turned the corner and had to  focus on crosssing the street to avoid construction and keep my feet from slipping on the mud-packed pebbles on the side of the road that I had to cross onto to avoid construction.

Cherries were out of my mind completely when I found the country road to coast.

[10:40 a.m.]

Turned around and retraced my steps back. Country road...mud-packed pebbles...5th Street...cherries.



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