Roadbenders

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Achewood is singing my pain.

List of good things: 1) Godbaby has me wrapped around her little finger. “That’s good tzatziki, Godmudder.” Note to self: pick less obvious vulnerability. I am a damned sucker for two things – a wink, and a compliment to my cooking. Such a cliche. 2) Tanya Stephens “‘Tis a Pity” and “Boom Wuk”. Go download.
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I have been in the States for two weeks now. More distinctly, I have been in Crestline for two weeks, for the first time since I was seventeen. Yesterday, Jenn and I were driving into town and I saw someone on the sidewalk that I vaguely recognized. I don’t know who he was, or if
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Last night, we had our vocal ensemble concert at Agios Antonis Catholic Church in Paroikia. It was packed, people spilling out of the door into the courtyard – but I wasn’t looking, I was concentrating very hard on not looking, actually. It is a lot easier to sing for a group of 300 people in
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Last night, myself and the nine members of Jeffrey’s writing workshop gave a reading for the other students and the good people of Paroikia. I knew it was going to be solid, we’ve had a lot of great pieces this term. But nothing prepared me for the actual event – ten powerful voices, each original
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I slept in today, and lazed around in bed for a couple of hours with a pitcher of water and this book – Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber. Maria-Elena loaned it to me and it is good. The timing was good, as always. But I slept in today, and therefore missed the last hike
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Today I lazed in bed until 11 after staying up until 4am reading, be awakened by Seamus saying my name through the shutters, so we sat down outside and had an espresso and it was so beautiful we said “Let’s go swimming” so I texted Maria and Brett and we collected Brian and Katie at
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The afternoon has washed itself from the bricks, collected itself in puddles on the street and the feet of the people that pass bring twilight in that settles on the stones as the windowlights fall one by one. Upstairs there is a room, and yesterday there was a room yet in between these cities shift
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Today I celebrate Cathy Antoinette Privett, my aunt, who died in October of 1996 from HIV-related causes. I have put together a PDF of some of her poetry from her youth that you can download here (PDF, 93kb). Here is my favourite – UNTITLED Maybe it was the way the moon looked, or the way
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