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May 27, 2011
April 18, 2011
“ We travel, perhaps, with a secret and absurd hope of setting on the Hesperides, of running our little boat up a creek and landing in the Garden of Eden.
D. H. Lawrence
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April 15, 2011
“ [When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
April 8, 2011
Where I’ve Been
I’ve been without a computer for at least three weeks and the Blackberry Tumblr app is total shit.
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April 4, 2011
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9 months ago • 125 notesIron and Wine — My Lady’s House
There are a handful of ways I can see my life playing out, and one of them involves about ten acres of land and a porch somewhere in the Midatlantic US or Alaska. It doesn’t really matter who’s there with me, the fantasy isn’t about family so much as it’s about pacing. This Future ‘Stine has taken the time to read all of the books she wants to read. She isn’t on the internet very much. You can’t reach her on her phone a lot of the time.
The land wouldn’t be for farming or anything. Just space. Trees and fields and ponds between me and the road. Space between me and the miles to anyone else. And the driveway’s long and unpaved. I’ll have a couple of animals just for the sake of having them. A cat, maybe a really gentle donkey. Drive a Wagoneer into town once a month.
There’s something deeply appealing in the possibility of giving zero fucks about the things that feel important to a young person. In the notion of the flux quotient being so wide that my happiness would be anchored in a set of things entirely separated from what’s meaningful right now.
Who the fuck knows what I’m capable of at the end of the day? Whether any of it will manifest as deeply as it feels like it could. There’s a quiet magic in believing that you might do it, though. Keeping the card in your deck.
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