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Sunday, September 27, 2009

sunday.

honey& miel. 0 sing to me.

Monday, September 21, 2009

chai(moon).

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the BEST biscuits & gravy i have ever had (vegan!)

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little red bike cafe!!! holy YUM!

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Saturday, September 19, 2009

the obsession continues.

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center of the world.

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want to meet at city o' city for chai and a sweet potato cinnamon roll? (i miss you suz!!!)

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cocoa and papi always pick the best flowers.

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

CocoRosie........amazing. the show was the best best best ever. tonite was at the top of my wishlist. now: i want to see them for a second time.


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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

beeru got attacked at the dog park :( she is OK and being very brave. but for the record she would like to say that she hates the conehead.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

play.

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sometimes you just need a good laugh.

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fingers crossed...i have bid on two tickets for the portland cocorosie show.....

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

among friends. (three of the bestest)





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seattle.


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rusty.

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profile.

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The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
Alice Meynell [British poet and essayist, 1847–1922] “The True Colour of Life,” Essays (1914)




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"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
— Emily Dickinson

 
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson