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Subject:Ain't never seen no lilac snow.
Time:11:45 pm
I made my first little animal out of felt today. I came into the studio, which is a little house, where for days I have been just threading warp boards (winding threads with colors like "autumn blonde" and "lilac snow" back and forth between wooden knobs, yards and yards, 8 yards, 204 threads etc.) but today all the warp boards were occupied, so I took a broom and I swept up miscellaneous fuzz. And when I was done, and everyone was quiet, I pulled some of the cheap wool out of the bag. Laid it on top of the foam. Shaped it into a blue bird and stabbed it repeatedly with a sharp needle, flipped it, stabbed it again, until it was worthy to be called felt. It has an eye and a beak and two legs, one wing. All day, I have been coming up with other animals to make. Black bears and pigs and owls, oh my! I am telling everyone!

Eventually I will move on to something less adorable and more essential. Next month, rag rugs, then scarves and then napkins or something. Maybe one day clothes, but let's not get ahead of myself. I would like to do something essential. Yesterday I felt sick and when I couldn't warp anymore and still had five minutes left on my shift, I sat down and read one of the books we have lying around. It was called "Women's Work," and talked about how many of women's contributions to civilizations around the woooorld have disappeared because fiber does not last underground or through fire and floods like other things do. It showed ancient Hungarian, Egyptian, and Greek art depicting women weaving. Women picking saffron to use as dye. Stuff like that. I'm kind of really into it. And it's such a time consuming process, it's funny to think how much everyone everywhere used to depend on people taking the time to go through the process, and now we have these factories. The craft is only preserved, not depended on. Maybe if I get really good, well, I don't know. I don't have to be a part of that old chain tonight. I am happy to think about felting some piggies. Very happy.

Last musings of the night:
Autumn blonde sounds like someone whose summertime, sun-bleached highlights are faded but discernible.
Lilac snow sounds like the name of a dessert fancy ladies eat at brunch, low in calories and high in price.
I sound like the thoughts of one of the frivolous, wandering city people in a Virginia Woolf book (right now) but not as finely wrought. Goodnight!
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Time:10:59 am
Things are inexplicably looking better!
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Time:11:35 am
Things are certainly looking worse.
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Subject:it's like he is singing right at me. and he don't like me.
Time:10:53 pm
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Subject:this is my four leaf clover
Time:04:27 pm
Current Mood:contemplativecontemplative
At our crew meeting this week, my boss filled us in on the results of the campus-wide survey about library services. They basically said our crew was too rambunctious yet eager to please, along with such gems as "ya'll are cool, especially Max," and "all the people on library crew are good-looking. What's with that?"

Unfortunately, their appreciation for our hard work has not resulted in anything like this:



No chandeliers and card catalogs, and certainly no lurching, awkward dudes with mullets and eyeliner serenading me. Maybe if I get a severe haircut, learn to pout, and place keyboards in strategic locations around the circulation desk. . . I might also require a time machine.
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Current Music:new year's eve -- mal blum
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Subject:as old as my tongue, and a little older than my teeth
Time:03:10 pm
On the way home from work, I was sipping my lukewarm and over-sugared coffee when I discovered a live ant in the swill! A coworker was walking by and saw me putting my spoon to a tree so I had to explain. Is the natural universe trying to tell me that coffee is no good for me? No good for my little teeths. No good for my swashy pink guts. No good for me.

I spent too much time last night discussing possible ways to get revenge on one of my true love's ex lovers. I am not very christlike. Maybe if I read more theologies and self-help books I would come to understand the importance of rising above shit. I have the guilt of a baptist, but not the convictions. I am not a black bear (unfortunately) but I think I've got a bearish instinct to protect my chums and avenge their injuries. This is perhaps not the best or healthiest avenue available to me.

The only region in the world that reflects a biodiversity similar to Appalachia's is in southern China. Certain orchids, tulip poplars, and ginseng grow only in these two places because glaciers scraped everywhere in the world besides them a bajillion years ago. This is one of my favorite things I have learned in college.

It is springtime. I made my first dandelion wish of the year. I have a new dress from the free pile, a new racing snail friend, and two new regular friends (I think, I hope). I have renewed gumption.

I want ice cream, badly.
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Time:08:53 am
Current Mood:dorkydorky
I have not posted in a year I think, and I really don't have anything to say. I am just trying to avoid reading "A Defense of Poetry." Because really, Percy Bitch Shelley, when you have that much to say about it it's called OVERLY defensive. And hyper sensitive. Who are you trying to convince, Shelley? Me or you? What emo kids all those Romantic poets were. Bad boyfriends who cried openly and wore cute outfits, emo kids one and all. Accept John Keats, who was actually dying when he wrote about death, and actually died before he had time to be mean to anyone.

Maybe I was not meant for academia?! Reading long-winded, arrogant, qualified statements about art is not as fun as experiencing actual art. No, it is not what I want to do.

You know what I wanna do? Go swimming and watch British comedy shows and/or Twin Peaks and eat fruits and cheeses and play with dogs and run like a racing snail in a pack of wolves! Who will join me in my vision quest?
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Subject:Short Post is the Most
Time:06:38 am
The federal government made it so the government-funded John Hopkins site on reproductive health censored every search with the word abortion so people couldn't see the articles! Was that at all articulate? Did that make sense? But then millions of librarians and women flooded the blogosphere and e-mail boxes at John Hokpins! Go librarians and women!
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Subject:BFF
Time:12:41 pm
http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2007/02/28/imageJAK11002281031.jpg

The best thing ever.
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Subject:Lavender ribbons of rain sang Ridding my heart of mortal fright
Time:01:00 pm
Current Mood:I am a sacred vessel!
I am thinking of that song from Space Jam that goes "Basketball Jones oh Baby oohoohooh" because of all the elite eight business going down. Memphis and Davidson! My mom attended the ladder and she reads me articles about it all the time so it's transferred to me. What a miraculous sport.

And last night I had this beautiful dream that seemed like it was from a book because Princess Jasmine and Lord Voldemort were there. And me and my sister were lying in beds as if stranded in a corner of the English countryside gothic manors. She was trying to help me retrieve memories of childhood abuse. And I was watching a video that was supposed to be film adaptations of poems and everyone was singing and dancing to the music of the rains and trains but then I was in the video as a tall, voluptuous Latino woman. Eileen, you remember how good I felt when I woke up from the bullet make out dream? You think this could even rival your bellpepper baby dream? Could anything ever? Anyway, it put me in a really good mood about college, art, my dance skills, and if the psyche book is right, it might last all the long day.

I’ma shake you off though
Get up on that horse and
Ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse
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