“I think it’s fine to believe that civilization is in a terrible mess if it motivates you to shed all your trivial distractions and inessential wishes so as to dedicate yourself to living an exciting, generous life that’s rich with love and meaning.”

The Telephone Translation Game : (my thoughts written into Google Translate to be converted to French first)

Château de l’avenir

Je veux vivre dans une maison remplie de lumière et de clarté et de ma créativité va s’étendre dans chaque fibre de mon être. amour va remplir mon cœur, l’amour de soi, de la terre, et pour l’avenir. Des arbres seront guide laisse à mes fenêtres, aux plantes avec impatience le déplacement vers le soleil d’hiver. douces couvertures moelleuses couvrira mes genoux, fatigué, usé par le martèlement des chaussées. Paint appliquera lui-même au papier de mélange et tournoyant avec les marques de crayon et d’espoir en ce qui concerne. Je vais photographier mes jours, la lune, les aliments sucrés et salés, et le calme de la totalité. Peut-être que je vais apprendre le français et être capable d’écrire ces déclarations de l’avenir de ma tête plutôt que d’une traduction.

Schloss Zukunft

Ich möchte in einem Haus mit Licht und Klarheit und meine Kreativität voll leben in jeder Faser meines Seins zu erweitern. Liebe füllt mein Herz, Liebe zu sich selbst, der Erde und für die Zukunft. Bäume dient als Richtschnur für meine Fenster zu verlassen, Pflanzen bewegen uns auf der Wintersonne. Broschur soft cover meine Knie, müde, durch das Stampfen Pflaster abgenutzt. Paint sich das Papier Mischung anzuwenden und wirbelnden mit Bleistift markiert und hoffen, mit Respekt. Ich will mein Leben, Mond, Süßigkeiten und salzige fotografieren, und die Ruhe des Ganzen. Vielleicht werde ich Französisch lernen und in der Lage sein, diese Aussagen über die Zukunft der Kopf schreiben und nicht als Übersetzung.

Zamek przyszłości

Chcę w domu pełnym światła i jasności oraz kreatywność w moim życiu, każde włókno mego rozszerzony jest. Miłość wypełnia serce, miłość do samego siebie, świata i przyszłości. Drzewa służą jako wytyczne dla mojego okna na urlop, Rośliny przejście do słońca. Miękka / miękka okładka kolana, zmęczony, wyczerpany chodnik wali. Farba stosowana do mieszanki papieru i mieszając z Brudnopis i nadziei z szacunkiem. Chcę zrobić zdjęcia mojego życia, Księżyc, słodycze i słone, a także pokój całości. Być może będę uczyć się francuskiego i być w stanie napisać tych oświadczeń na temat przyszłości głową, a nie tłumaczenie.

Wèilái chéngbǎo

Wǒ zài wǒ shēngmìng zhòng de fáng zǐ guāngxiàn hé qīngxī dù hé chuàngzào lì de xūyào, kuòzhǎn le wǒ suǒyǒu de xiānwéi.Chōngmǎn ài de xīn, wèi zìjǐ rèài de shìjiè, miàn xiàng wèilái.Shù zuòwéi wǒ de chuāngkǒu zhǐdǎo líkāi, zhíwù guòdù dào tàiyáng.Píngzhuāng/ruǎn dǐng xīgài, lèi le, cóng ōudǎ xíngrén yòng jìn.Túliào shìyòng yú zhǐzhāng hé jiǎobàn fāngmiàn yǔ shā hé hé xīwàng de hùnhéwù.Wǒ xiǎng lìyòng wǒ de shēnghuó, yuèliàng, tángguǒ hé xián zhàopiàn, zhěnggè fángjiān.Yěxǔ wǒ huì xuéxí fǎyǔ, bìng néng xiě duì wèilái de zhèngmiàn, ér bùshì zhèxiē yǔjù de fānyì.

Slottet i fremtiden

Jeg vil i et hus fuld af lys og klarhed og kreativitet i mit liv, hver fiber i min forlængede er. Love fylder hjertet, kærlighed til sig selv, verden og fremtiden. Træer tjene som retningslinjer for mit vindue til at forlade, Planter overgangen til solen. Paperback / bløde dække deres knæ, trætte, udmattede af at slå på fortovet. Maling anvendes til papir og omrøring blandingen med sandkasse og håb med respekt. Jeg ønsker at tage billeder af mit liv, måne, slik og salt, og hele rummet. Måske vil jeg lære fransk og være i stand til at skrive disse udtalelser om fremtiden hovedet på, snarere end oversættelse.

El castillo en el futuro

Quiero una casa llena de luz y la claridad y la creatividad en mi vida, cada fibra de mi extensión. El amor llena el corazón, el amor de sí mismo, del mundo y el futuro. Los árboles sirven de directrices para la ventana de mi para dejar, la transición de las plantas al sol. Rústica / Tapa blanda de rodillas, cansado, cansado de golpear en la acera. La pintura aplicada a papel y agitando la mezcla con una caja de arena y esperamos con respeto. Quiero tomar fotos de mi vida, la luna, dulces y sal, y toda la sala. Tal vez voy a aprender francés y ser capaz de escribir estas declaraciones sobre el futuro jefe, en lugar de la traducción.

And the slightly battered outcome:

The castle in the future

I want a house full of light and clarity and creativity in my life, every fiber of my extension. Love fills the heart, love of self, world and future. Trees serve as guidelines for my window to let the transition of plants to the sun. Paperback / Softcover knees, tired, tired of beating on the sidewalk. The paint applied to paper and shaking the mixture with a box of sand and hope with respect. I take photos of my life, moon, sweet and salt, and the entire room. Maybe I will learn French and be able to write these statements about the future head, instead of translation.

“Hasta Lasagna”

“Have a GodDamn Great Wednesday”

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2/6/10: 1. driving 2. Lonely Teardrops 3. Vests 4. dogs 5. fresh air

2/7/10: 1. motivation 2. changes 3. swimming 4. warmth 5. rest

2/8/10: 1. running 2. communications 3. french braids 4. attractive man over almond milk 5. 30 days

2/9/10: 1. snow! 2. coffee 3. sledding 4. snow day 5. Lake Michigan at night

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I have made  a vow to go sledding every year since sometime in high school and every year I have failed until this year.

2/1/10: ***void***
2/2/10: ***void***
2/3/10: 1. paint 2. warm socks 3. clyfford still 4. rest 5. sleep
2/4/10: 1. Magenta Eyes 2. Oslo 3. rest 4. strength 5. swimming
2/5/10: 1. coffees 2. 10 mile bike 3. new horizons 4. Abe 5. Glass Candy

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Looking into what it means:

• If you are swimming in your dream you are most likely swimming through the ocean of your unconscious and through the sea of your emotions.
• Swimming can represent moving forward in your life or trying to achieve a goal (get somewhere in your life), or freedom from your usual limitations.
• To dream of swimming indicates success though it would be a tiresome effort.
• To dream of swimming, is an augury of success if you find no discomfort in the act.
• Swimming – May symbolize a trustful and receptive attitude towards your unconscious, or your mother, or nature. It may also symbolize staying ‘on top’ of your emotions.
• Swimming: Activity of the Spirit; worship; gifts of the Spirit being applied; service to God; prophecy in operation.
• To dream that you are swimming in a pool, denotes much luck in love.
• Dreams about bathing and swimming are always symbols of cleansing and renewal. Dreaming about swimming outdoors denotes success in the future; everything is looking up, because you are gaining strength and endurance.
• To see a pool of water in your dream, indicates that you need to understand and deal with your emotions. You need to dive right in. Alternatively, a pool may indicate your need for cleansing. You need to wash away the past.

12/5/09: 1. Shortness of days 2. scrubbing and cleaning 3. drawing 4. pesto 5. future plans

12/6/09: 1. Going out for breakfast 2. library 3. Ryann 4. old photos 5. bonfire smell

12/7/09: 1. ironing 2. coffee 3. packages in the mail 4. ideas 5. sleep

12/8/09: 1. mint chip 2. watching snow 3. bookstores 4. man with snow in his hair 5. finally sleep

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Needing time to get things done, not having time to get things done.

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Currently reading: The Hermetica: the lost Wisdom of the Pharaohs, Villa Incognito-Tom Robbins (probably the first Tom Robbins I’m not completely enamored with)

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My etsy shop was just highlighted on The Women’s Colony! Thanks Jodi!

Anxiety over current circumstances has made it impossible to sleep, despite being tired. It takes hours to fall asleep, I sleep like  a rock, and wake up before my alarm. Should probably do something super active. Missing my bike these days…

Truth be told!

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12/1/09: 1. completion 2. addressing difficult issues 3. robbins and rilke 4. contentedness to be alone 5. realizing that this is not the right place

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romantic at heart. lost heart. waiting. waiting.

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? repeat. repeat. repeat.

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11/30/09: 1. Post office 2. high heels and a red dress 3. opportunities 4. A sailor 5. drawing

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November is over. Luke said the next Chinese new year will bring a good one for tigers after a year of trials.

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11/26/09: 1. 5k completion! 2. gin rummy 3. monopoly 4. jamo’s 5. success

11/27/09: 1. rest 2. productivity 3. luke 4. old muhs boys 5. options and opportunity

11/28/09: 1. coffee and successful friends 2. ideas 3. getting the hang of it 4. new music oh new music 5. comfort

11/29/09: 1. rest 2. coffee and books 3. trading 4. french films 5. new friends, new couches

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Oui.

11/22/09: 1. closure 2. tears 3. family trees 4. rings 5. letting go

11/23/09: 1. time goes so fast 2. tom robbins 3. Katie S. 4. iced skim chai 5. letting go

11/24/09: 1. man with nice cheekbones 2. pine 3. Meet me halfway 4. Eastern European Red 5. sense of calm

11/25/09: 1. productivity 2. tomatoes with salt and pepper 3. fit  4. sense of future 5. calm

microchip

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11/7/09: 1. Joviality 2. Surprise party at the Casino and Bryants 3. new friends 4. sprint triathlon motivation 5. to make time for myself

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photo from 2007

A momentary decrease in the speed of wind.  Feeling a lull between absorption and production. It’s best not to push production too soon, or I just end up frustrated. Like picking at a scab before the new skin underneath has built up. I (metaphorically) tend to like aggravating that new skin, and it usually is too late to turn back and there is pain.  Not that I feel any creative pain, just frustration and impatience.  The ideas are there, sorting themselves out somehow.

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11/6/09: 1. full run 4x this week 2. realization that I’m making decisions that will change who I ‘am’ 3. Old Bollywood hits 4. saccharine pinks 5. drawing

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photograph from 2007

I cannot get this song out of my head.   This video is beautiful.

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Sometimes while I’m idle I experience that “butterflies in my stomach” feeling. It is not out of nervousness but rather I feel completely filled with some overwhelming joy. I’ve always associated it with falling in love which was the first real time I remember experiencing it.  But the strange thing is that I’m not falling in love with anyone now…far from it. So why this feeling so frequently?  Felt it after the library while waiting for the bus today, staring at the blue sky which might make sense since I do love the library and beautiful days.  But then again I felt it while washing coffee mugs at work yesterday.  I can’t say I enjoy washing dishes and surely can’t say I’m falling in love with washing dishes. Maybe I’m just meant to be in this place now? Have I finally made a good choice?

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New books from library:

Balancing flavors East & West by Tom Kime

Avant-Garde Photography in Germany 1919-1939 by Deren Coke

The face in the lens: Anonymous Photographs

Hot Light Half-Made Worlds: photographs from the tropics by Alex Webb

11/1/09:  1. Sleep 2. repotting and loving my growing plant ‘family’ 3. health 4. A nice looking gentleman with dark rimmed glasses and a suit shopping for vegetables (Ok, it wasn’t actually him…) 5. Calm

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I have mentioned “In A Sunburned Country” by Bill Bryson previously but I’d like to expound on the idea of Bryson and Tom Robbins as a non-fiction/fiction equivalent. Robbins always includes inane facts, facts I would never think to look up or think of period.  But these facts are one of the many reasons I devoured his books in as little time as possible. Granted, I bet I only remember a few of them from each book.  But it’s a perspective change, and stokes my curiosity. I’ve come to learn that I’m a major advocate for stock-piling information of any kind.  Now Bryson’s travel writings I wouldn’t say are full of inane facts, but they do point out information one would never think to ask before traveling. Like for instance that one of Australia’s prime ministers walked into the ocean one day and completely disappeared.  It was assumed that he drowned. It is information like this which only textures the concept of Australia in my mind, but it’s information I wouldn’t find in guidebooks or through any basic research.

I’d like to think that piling more information into my head would increase my mental agility. Sometimes I think it does, but then I realize I can’t remember what I did last week.  Just another thing to look up I guess.

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If I think of these pictures outside the concept of ‘baptism’ I become rather concerned for the well-being of the ‘dipped.’

(via LIFE archives)

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10/26/09: 1. black tea 2. researching and following through 3. running just as far with so little motivation 4. finding comfort 5. Melbourne

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