Here we go again, another near year between posts. It’s not for want of whoa.
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moving om
Moving soon to another part of the city, needing to pack early with the life rush, crush of everything I want to do and everything that’s asked of me, I first take down the walls. Tea tins and tchotchkes, wrapped in ragged tee shirts I can’t bring myself to throw away. If I kept it…
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sparkler lady
Chain-lighting sparklers while Mom held back the toddlers, I burned only one boy.
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hit return hit home hit shift hit control hit end hit escape hit delete
The further I move into the future, the farther I am from the moments felt fleeting.
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meg holle, librarian
After months of joyless weekends the semester is complete; three years told and kept quiet later in Beautiful BC, Canada, The World, and I are a graduate all over again. The degree is conferred in May when I shall commence thenceforth as Meg Holle the Librarian—a master of library and information studies, a fearless champion…
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for a limited time only
The University of Victoria has a Ring Road and I have determined this to be a damned shame, consistently warping my sense of direction and claiming the distinction of long-standing university political contention. Why aren’t we on the inside of The Ring? like academics don’t have enough things to bitch about. The best green buildings,…
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being a good american
When I first heard months ago that the Republican National Convention would assemble in St. Paul, a tic tore through my body, psychosomatic dread and detestation you’re not welcome don’t you dare shield your faces in my city. Worst, my howled-raw voice and middle fingers wouldn’t be there. I thought about it—taking break from idyllic…
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limb.o
Hello, internets. I’m backed up on images with words falling into other places, and that’s just fine. April was roaming the seaside. I was in a new temporary neighborhood, with a housesat decrepit cat in a temporary frame of mind, tromping around in Papa Bear’s purple Crocs and watching BBC’s Planet Earth in a pile…
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how to watch a lunar eclipse
I inherited a tripod from one of my new roommates. It is basic but serviceable. I know there’s no way my camera will catch the moon missing, but the February 21 lunar eclipse is a good opportunity to take out the tripod and practice unmoving. Speaking of (un)moving, things have been good here in Victoria,…
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minneapolis mer
I’m pretty sure they’re mine. I know they’re mine.
