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grass grows: November 2006
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A thought, a moment. I often play songs until they (the words, the sounds, the feeling) become true. That's all. Posted by joanna at 12:33 AM. View my complete profile. Something about where I am at. Whirrrr when it stands still. An email from way up north. A thought, a moment. Things I cannot show. The first part of the traveling, when enticement carries the weight, is always worth the settling earth around the rusting gate.
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grass grows: August 2007
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How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I. Long were the days of pain I have spent with-. In its walls, and long were the nights of alone-. Ness; and who can depart from his pain and his. Too many fragments of the spirit have I. Scattered in these streets, and too many are the. Children of my longing that walk naked among. These hills, and I cannot withdraw from them. Without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day but a. But I still ...
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grass grows: February 2006
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Posted by joanna at 9:19 AM. I have found my favorite place in Dublin: The Temple Bar Food Market in Dublin 2. I've been three times now, and each time (though perhaps less novel) I always leave feeling full. not just a full stomach either! I get these feelings in all sorts of food markets, whether in Dublin, LA, San Fran, NYC, or Bennington VT. it's just nice and comforting. And the smells can be intoxicating! A soft cheese who's name I can't remember (a strong camembert). Posted by joanna at 2:39 PM.
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grass grows: January 2007
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An email from way up north. A brief update, a long-winded call to action, and a sweet hello from the gal in Burlington VT. It's FWT and I'm rockin' out in Burlington (finally we have snow). I've got myself two jobs and they're keeping me fairly busy. Check 'em out:. I've got one huge benefit: I'm going to attend the intro to throwing class Tuesday nights. So maybe I'll actually learn to throw. that is a plus. What I wanted to tell you more about was the. So I've got a challenge for those of you who are u...
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grass grows: May 2006
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The other day I was pretty shocked at how many comments I was getting on my videoblog. Since I submitted a video to freevlog.org. I definitely began to get more visitors to rusted gate but five comments in one morning was pretty amazing. It wasn't until one commetor said, "congratulations to blogger's front page," did I get what had happened. I was the Blog of Note on the Blogger start page, the first one on the list. I began videoblogging when I looked over my friend Ashley. As my semester unfolded, I s...
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grass grows: January 2006
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When I began with my courses, I was pretty set on BU not teaching the way I was used to and I may have psyched myself out a bit. The truth is, my courses here are very different than back at Bennington: larger class, lecture style, less discussion. but is it useful to point out the differences without pointing out the similarities? Class is class, right? Not really. A waste of time? Perhaps. It did no harm. And when it's not? Somehow it still boils down in my head to be about the grade. When I don't ...
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grass grows: March 2006
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It's st. patrick's day, you say. The holiday when everyone's irish, you say. You're in ireland, you say. Why are you home posting a blog entry? Because I'm a home body. Never been much of a party-animal. social butterfly. none of that. I'm sure it would be an experience, not a 'real irish experience' though, so I think I'll pass. I really do love St. Patrick's Day. Really. But I have it every day, the music, the rain, the language. Why spoil it with some drunken blaggard? Posted by joanna at 9:45 PM.
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grass grows: April 2006
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I had my last class today. tomorrow is a study day. thursday is my exam. friday my parents arrive. saturday my parents leave for italy and i leave for amsterdam. It's funny though. It seems like so much is happening at home and I'm missing it. I'm supposed to be having the crazy adventures out here. I'm supposed to have the stories to tell. But apparently all this stuff is going on at bennington that I don't have a clue about. my stories are just out here on the periphery. No new story there. I know it's...
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grass grows: July 2007
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Whirrrr when it stands still. I've had the feeling, as of late, that I should take to writing again. I've also had the feeling I should find a large piece of clean white paper and some navy blue paint and take to a fury of color again. Something obviously needs to be expressed. All this is, is an intention. I'm to tired to get beyond that right now. Posted by joanna at 4:01 AM. View my complete profile. Something about where I am at. Whirrrr when it stands still. An email from way up north.
