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words make everything better.: the new microcosm
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Monday, May 18. I had told myself that day that I would spend my time in this foreign library writing. I have a short story to finish, an illustrated nightmare. and I did work on it. I had my notebook. I had a handful of pens. I had those characters drilling holes in my skull, kicking dents in my mind. Image courtesy some kind soul on flickr}. Posted by amelia chesley. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is not all. From the everything notebook:.
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words make everything better.: let's go
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Tuesday, June 16. It is the season of fireflies. the intermittent glinting of those little bugs is one of the most marvelous parts of living in this sticky, expansive midwest land. a few nights ago we went walking around the celery bog in West Lafayette. At sunset, and before long the whole wooded area around the marsh was sparkling. fireflies everywhere. I do have some pictures of Turkey Run State Park, where friend Lena and I hiked last week. are they more real-looking? Let's go back and hike some more...
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words make everything better.: more of more
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Tuesday, June 2. There are more miles on my car. there are more freckles on my face. more states on the list of states-I-have-visited-or-at-least-driven-through. More waves of glorious possibility and excitement and hope. More candy. from this adorable little candy/toy/comic shop. In a town called Ypsilanti, Michigan. More games. Bananagrams and Set and Ticket to Ride and Catan. maybe I'll work on Portal 2 a bit, inbetween studying for exams? Speaking of fish though, this is an interesting thing to read.
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words make everything better.: might as well
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Wednesday, June 10. I think it is a cardinal there building a nest outside my bedroom window. she flies away when I move too suddenly, so it's hard to get a decent look. watching the nest take shape in the crook of those little branches is pretty awesome. Will there be baby cardinals hatching, eventually? That will probably be awesome too. It would be sad if she left. but I'd probably understand. Teaching still (and might always) feels like the hardest and most mystical thing. planning one's teaching...
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words make everything better.: might could
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Tuesday, November 10. In linguistics class a few semesters back we had a lecture on the characteristics of human language. one of the coolest things that separates human speech from bird calls is the concept of lying. irrealis. It's called. the ability to think about things that aren't real right now. the future. the past. nightmares. fictions. goals. lies.' - a.c. april 24, 2006. Here were are, on the edge between not yet and already. what are we doing here? What are we thinking we'll get away with?
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words make everything better.: storeable
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Friday, June 5. I did mean to write yesterday, but the whole day rushed away around me and there was too much doing to leave time for writing. such is the glory of summer spontaneity. there was music and running-into-colleagues and chatting and sitting in the shade and running errands with dear neighbor Lena and meeting friend Liz for Shakespeare. 932% of the things friend Liz and I ever do together involve Shakespeare. that's just how things go. I love it. Today I'm thinking about feelings and stories.
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words make everything better.: blue of kind
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Wednesday, July 8. I came home from New Orleans to see that the walls of my apartment are no longer yellow, but blue. it's a grey-ish blue, I guess. a light steel blue, you might call it. I came home from New Orleans on a plane, and while on that plane I read most of Frank Chimero's The Shape of Design. Finally. it's not a long book. it's very good though. Chapter 3, "Improvisation and Limitations," begins with a quote from Miles Davis, and some pages later the album Kind of Blue. Which kind of blue?
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words make everything better.: hinted at
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Tuesday, June 5. I read this book the first time when i was in england. graphic design was not even a sprout of a thought in my head. Reading it again after having finished a degree in technical writing and digested a lot of other junk about design and rhetoric both, it makes me wonder what i got out of it the first time. I remember making thoughtful notes on the bits of curriculum in the book. 1 Left to Right. 2 Top to Bottom. 3 Bigger than and Smaller than. 4 In front of and In back of. Interesting....
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words make everything better.: up
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Tuesday, August 4. Hopefully this will be a metaphorical staircase with some curve to it, and neat art hanging along the way. hopefully it doesn't get dark. hopefully there are not cobwebs. I'm going to make myself an awesome breakfast, put my hair up for good luck. Posted by amelia chesley. Good luck, Amelia! Youll do great. Just remember to capitalize your words ;). Tuesday, August 04, 2015 9:53:00 AM. I made it, and hopefully there are minimal typos in all my silly answers. This is not all.
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words make everything better.: [blank] is who I am
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Tuesday, January 11. Blank] is who I am. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.". I used to say writing was who I am. it is my playground. it is my sanctuary. it is my nirvana. it is my sanity. Wait a minute- is. So it's been about time I started studying things out and making some plans. I need to find out where my heart wants to be and how much it's willing to put up with to get there. Whatever happens, writing wil...
