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upsilamba outpost: January 2012

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I'm off to a quiet start to the year. Which is what i needed. I end the first. With what is now tradition- -. With my best friends Sarah and Evan. Who I have come to see. I love these two boys. E is very funny these days. When he says my name. It sounds very French. As if croissants were just a plate away-. O is as sweet as ever. He took that photo of me. My eyes are baggy. From having stayed up late. To catch my family. And a dear friend. Thousands of miles away. I miss them very much.

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upsilamba outpost: May 2012

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What i want you to know. There was a train. Most days i am fine. It is a habit. I've gotten used to. Through force or circumstance. But there are days. When i look at the mirror. Or when i see my reflection on a window. And i'm always surprised. At the stark image of solutide. That stares right back at me. I don't think i'm truly alone. So why does it look like it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. What i want you to know.

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upsilamba outpost: November 2011

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Out on a walk. On what might be. The last true days of fall,. The trees were on a rampage. On days like this. That will surely come. Same time next year. The trees and me. It seems to come easy. Have you any plans for the winter? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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upsilamba outpost: December 2011

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Finally got to putting in some lights to the apartment. It makes all the difference. It really gets me in the spirit of things- -. I'm leaving some decorations. For when friends come and visit. Can't wait to see nada and mandy-. I have the soundtrack ready- -. It's the best holiday music. For all christmas chores. Putting up the tree. I got into making. It's not for everyone. But i know a few people. I would love a. I say best of all. Running so many errands. And if you need. December 11, 2011.

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upsilamba outpost: July 2011

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Making room, taking time. I'm slowly easing into summer. This is a departure from my usual where I join the millions of Chicago folks who, tired of being cooped up in their homes in the long cold and rainy months, head out in full force to meet the sun and the beach and the crowds. It's almost the middle of July. Sports tournaments are almost halfway done. All the stores are already advertising end of summer sales. Lessons from a Year in Bali. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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upsilamba outpost: red is the new blue

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Red is the new blue. My roommate just moved out. This rug is hers. Some things just bring you unexplained joy. As if it held in it. A part of happy. That was meant just for you. All that red glory. Red is the new blue. We just launched Chicago bookoo - its a massive online yard sale for Chicago and surrounding areas.- Thousands of people buying and selling used stuff from each other, in a fun, family-friendly way! Ill get it out to you right away! Check out the website:. Http:/ chicago.bookoo.com/.

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upsilamba outpost: June 2011

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Lessons from the weather. Yes, that's it. No apologies. No forewords. I'm just simply back. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Lessons from the weather.

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upsilamba outpost: January 2011

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The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret ke.

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upsilamba outpost: March 2010

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Spring is just a few f-stops away. It's been a while. I don't understand how time passes. It was the start of the year. The marking of a new decade made it seem. Like it was different than the year before. Like time would run slower. So that my head can catch up. My heart to my hands. My hands to my feet. My feet to the ground. But as it turns out. And in a thousand-fold. And because of it. Our days are permanently slower. And what used to be a rock solid number 24. Even less time to do. So i took a walk.