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Impression Sunrise: January 2011
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. Wild Rabbits and Warm Hearts. I’m reminded of the expression cold hands, warm heart. The idea of venturing out into the cold today is not purely derivative of cold hands, warm heart. It is actually the inspiration of my dream that I can’t shake. It was so powerful and so detailed—and most of all it dovetailed so perfectly with what I wrote about in my other blog. Last night, that I know it was from beyond me. Before bed, I posted Maybe I need a rabbit-fur coat…. Leaving this ...
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Impression Sunrise: October 2010
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Friday, October 29, 2010. And then there's that of course. Who's watching? It could not be more cliché to say that I left my heart there. Maybe it would not be accurate either. Maybe it would be best to say that I am always turned toward the city. As if, when I am somewhere else, it just feels as though I am that far away from home. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Catalogue of the Senses. Http:/ satellitessurroundus.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-in-air.html. Elsewhere on the Web. View my complete profile.
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Impression Sunrise: Beginnings
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Friday, October 29, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Catalogue of the Senses. Http:/ satellitessurroundus.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-in-air.html. Elsewhere on the Web. At the Intersection of Space and Memory. View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. theme. Powered by Blogger.
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Impression Sunrise: Twister
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Friday, October 29, 2010. And then there's that of course. Who's watching? It could not be more cliché to say that I left my heart there. Maybe it would not be accurate either. Maybe it would be best to say that I am always turned toward the city. As if, when I am somewhere else, it just feels as though I am that far away from home. October 29, 2010 at 1:46 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Catalogue of the Senses. Http:/ satellitessurroundus.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-is-in-air.html.
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Impression Sunrise: April 2011
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Thursday, April 21, 2011. A Catalogue of the Senses. A city where every single person knows they live in the most beautiful city in the world. Saturday, April 2, 2011. Spring is in the air. And now, what next I want to scream, jumping raising my inactive arms. Life begins again. Shoots break through frozen ground, push aside clods of dirt. The bunny makes almost daily appearances. Grey has seen his first blue sky in a long while and has pointed to it, announcing “Dis! Soon I will get an Illinois license ...
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Impression Sunrise: The Winter of My Discontent
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Saturday, January 15, 2011. The Winter of My Discontent. I stand, forehead pressed to glass, so cold and hard on my skin. Looking out at this winter landscape. A white frieze of snow clings to the bend in the bare branch beyond the window. White against the dull dark gray of bark. White tipped branches stretching towards the gray colorless sky. A landscape in sepia. Gordon says we can see things more clearly in the winter. Brutal. Honest. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Catalogue of the Senses.
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Impression Sunrise: Found Journal Entry--written 4/8/09
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Saturday, January 15, 2011. Found Journal Entry- written 4/8/09. Leaving this city will be so incredibly hard. Here, in these lines, how can I sum up what it was to hear the tincan rustling of the eucalyptus leaves, and walk home with their scent clinging to my pants cuffs? How can I capture the way the yellow sun fell on the whites city made up of tiny squares, laid out on hills like a miniature train set? The rumble and clacking of the trains on the streets and the clanging of the trolly cars?
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Impression Sunrise: Wild Rabbits and Warm Hearts
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011. Wild Rabbits and Warm Hearts. I’m reminded of the expression cold hands, warm heart. The idea of venturing out into the cold today is not purely derivative of cold hands, warm heart. It is actually the inspiration of my dream that I can’t shake. It was so powerful and so detailed—and most of all it dovetailed so perfectly with what I wrote about in my other blog. Last night, that I know it was from beyond me. Before bed, I posted Maybe I need a rabbit-fur coat….
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Impression Sunrise: Spring is in the air
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Saturday, April 2, 2011. Spring is in the air. As spring approaches, the bear who has been hibernating must slowly return to himself. His pulse quickens, his metabolism awakens in him a hunger for food he has not had in many months. The longer, brighter hours must necessarily signal to his closed lids that heat and warmth and light have returned to the bare landscape that had been vanquished by winter. 8221; because for him it is a revelation. April 3, 2011 at 3:18 PM. Go girl- love it live it. Http:/ sa...
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Who are we anyway? Newer posts →. About a dream: thoughts by benjamin mathes. April 13, 2011. When we caught up with Los Angeles based actor, Benjamin Mathes, we wanted to know what it’s been like for him, leaving a secure path to carve his own, and we asked him to tell us about his evolution as an actor and lessons he’s learned in the process. Here’s the problem with. One day, early or later in life, we realize our. It’ll never happen. There’s no way. Just stop. You want to know what sucks? When Mrs....