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| 07:43am 06/07/2009 |
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So...I just had another best weekend ever. |
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| 08:29pm 19/06/2009 |
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mood: cheerful music: Uh Huh Her - Dreamer
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The pair of us
tripping through Barnett's fair demesne
like girls in long dresses
after a hail-storm.
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| 10:18am 19/06/2009 |
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mood:  sad
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The Georgia Theater in Athens burned down :( |
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| 09:56am 15/06/2009 |
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mood:  curious
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Thus, H8 is a ancient maternal lineage whose hand has rocked the historical cradle of mankind from the infancy of civilization.
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H8's home-turf covers the region from eastern Turkey, around the Black and Caspian Seas, southern Russia, northern Iran/Iraq, reaching to the western parts of Afghanistan, and back to Lebanon and Israel. - mtdna haplo project
From 23andMe:
Haplogroup: H8, a subgroup of H
Age: greater than 30,000 years
Region: Near East, Central Asia
Populations: Kazakhs, Arabs
Highlight: Unlike most other branches of H, haplogroup H8 is virtually unknown in Europe.
(In his popular book The Seven Daughters of Eve, Bryan Sykes named the originator of this mtDNA haplogroup Helena. - referring to Haplogroup H) |
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| 08:12pm 06/06/2009 |
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mood:  contemplative
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Just means both fair and merely. |
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| 07:09am 06/06/2009 |
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mood:  disgusted
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Hmmm....what minority hasn't been appointed to a position by Obama yet....
The emperor could walk around with no clothes on and the majority of Americans would kill the child who called him naked. |
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| 06:47am 03/06/2009 |
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mood: calm music: Sia - Academia
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I broke my self-imposed ban on buying more books. It was that or score some heroin.
Now, I'm pondering flying to the UK to see Tori in September, as I will be in Hawaii when she is here in these southern part states. Never been to the UK or to Amsterdam (there would be a layover) so, you know, I think if I can get the remainder of my Hawaii ticket paid off on my card, I may just stick that crazy trip on there. Delta has a sale on roundtrip for less than $900 right now so it's completely do-able, in a way.
And lately, isn't everything just a Way. |
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| 07:45pm 02/06/2009 |
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mood: mellow music: Sia - Buttons
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Blocked throat chakra, actually coiled in and around and across itself, pulling collarbones out to act as heart shield. My whole left side, the heart side associate, that idle rebel gone quiet, has literally twisted itself around and around in order to absorb and protect.
Leesa put her hands on me to heal and said I was armored up, my muscles and ligaments and tendons pulling and pulled towards the right of me, towards the chest center, up around my throat. She said if you have something to say, for the love of god say it! And I agreed but felt all my conversations would never actually happen. I could paint a picture of it, it's so clear.
Then I realized, a moment ago, that I wasn't actually hearing what was nudging me underneath that. If I have something to say...if I have something to say...then what makes me think it means as a vocalization? Because how do I speak? How do I truly speak? Why, I write, of course. My words are my voice and years ago (we are now plural in lost time) years ago he said my being a writer scared him because he wanted to be anonymous, and I zippered up 95% of everything, out of respect. Out of respect for him.
Well, out of respect for me, now, I can think of nothing more necessary than to say something by stitching the skins of stories together in a syllabitic symphony. I do have plenty to say, in my way. In my way. |
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| 09:01pm 30/05/2009 |
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mood: high
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I am also eating cinnamon pecan french toast with strawberries and whipped cream for dinner.
It's damn delicious. |
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| 08:23pm 30/05/2009 |
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mood: thoughtful
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A retrograde trinity and a new bag of stones and old friend bones coming to sleep and swing the city out of this month of loss.
““Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.”” - Carlos Castaneda. |
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| 08:03am 30/05/2009 |
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mood:  drowsyhigh
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Somebody gave me three little white leather coin purses in my dream last night. I can't remember who, but I think it was a female. |
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| 11:02am 14/05/2009 |
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mood:  accomplished
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It had to be done. Everything considered, it had to be done.
I just bought tickets to Hawaii. July 22nd-July 29th.
Breathing, breathing, breathing. |
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| 09:04am 05/05/2009 |
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mood: sad
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And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be. |
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| 07:30am 03/05/2009 |
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mood:  awake
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Time to start carving more time out for myself and my writing. My dreaming is lacking and my eye-hands are falling asleep. |
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| 07:56am 27/03/2009 |
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mood: curious music: Pink Floyd - The Trial
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rs1042173 is a SNP in the solute carrier family 6 (neurotransmitter transporter, serotonin), member 4 SLC6A4 gene.
A study of 275 patients seeking treatment for alcoholism concluded that Caucasians of with the rs1042173(T;T) genotype consumed an average of 11.17 drinks per drinking day, compared with an average of 8.58 for carriers of a rs1042173(G) allele (p = 0.0034). While this held true for both men and women, this association was not seen in Hispanics. [PMID 19032574] - SNPedia.com
I love this site. |
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| 12:10pm 26/03/2009 |
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mood: calm music: Leonard Cohen - Our Lady of Solitude
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I think I've noticed a pattern in my dinosaur dreams, they always come when I feel I am moving farther from the "world" around me due to furthering my knowledge and perception of things. I have been having some non-specific dreams the past couple of nights that only left me waking with the idea of woods, forests and fires around me. Last night the dinosaurs came charging through the forest and the village. I am trying to save people who are frozen in fear and can't run, can't escape. I am afraid, but not. I am confident I will live. Then I switch to a brief indoor scene at my California Cousin's house and his wife is telling him he can't go outside, none of them can go outside, because they may be allergic. I am disgusted by the passive acceptance of weakness and limitations and turn to walk out the door into the light.
Nature is not fair but it maintains a balance. As long as we keep looking for "equal" we are looking in the wrong place. Humanity has moved itself so far from its animal nature even the pagans have forgotten what balance is for amongst their species. We promote maturity as a style of dress, a label, a forgetting of passions-everything surface that can be starred.
I am afraid I am going to hate my generation even more than I resent that of my parents. I can hear the terror of history, some nights, sitting in the space between silences. |
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| 08:15am 18/03/2009 |
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mood: awake music: Frou Frou - Let Go
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I find that as I get older the less paths end and more travel a circuitous route.
There really are no interruptions, per se. |
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| 02:42pm 04/03/2009 |
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mood: cheerful music: Our Lady Peace - Made to Heal
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Bizarre shadows and WIMPs
Oh it just makes me all tingly when you talk dark matter like that. |
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| 09:05am 02/03/2009 |
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mood: blah music: Willie Nelson - On the Road Again
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Here's the doozy I just woke up from:
I have come home and my father is sitting in my living room, dismantling my work space area. When I ask him what he is doing, he says S- said he could take this table. I tell him it's not S-'s table, it's my table, and I need it. My father says that I can't possibly need it, it's a kitchen table and S- said that's why he could take it. I ask him where I am supposed to work then, but he doesn't hear me, because my voice is gone. My throat is raw and scraped and I can't make my voice raise above a whisper, even when trying to scream. He just keeps dismantling my work space and saying S- said it was okay and all I can do is rage in silence and weep in the corner. I can't even save my own space.
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