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[04 Apr 2009|04:38pm] |
These are adorable in their own weird way.
http://www.sundancechannel.com/greenporno/
Isabella Rossellini demonstrates how different animals make love by dressing up as said animals and performing the acts herself. Her first series is bugs, but there is a Green Porn 2 about marine life. It's interesting and hilarious.
( green porno )
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[18 Nov 2008|12:36am] |
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[01 Aug 2008|10:22pm] |
You are all welcome at my dad's funeral.
It will be Tuesday at First Baptist Church in Merritt Island at 6 pm, as of right now. There will also be a reception at my house afterwards. If you needs directions or an address, just ask me.
I love you guys so much, and thank you all so much for your support today. I couldn't ask for any better friends or family. You're unbelievable.
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[24 Jan 2008|07:07am] |
My phone has intense water damage because I was carrying on a seemingly important text-versation while washing dishes.
Great job.
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[14 May 2007|06:51am] |
The time has come. I am going to have to move out soon, without my mom or family, with no one I know. I don't want to live in dorms, so I have invested my time in pre-planning the production of mini-houses. While everyone else is making adult-sized food, which we all have to eat to keep our adult-sized body going, I was engrossed in assembling a tiny room which could at best only accommodate a hamster. I don’t know any hamsters.
An optimist might offer the consideration that I have been practicing homemaking. At a scale which I can tolerate. A tiny room is perfect for housing my tiny attention span for spending any time there at all.
I am scared of the dark.
I am scared of having to get up to go to the bathroom in the night, and that while walking through the kitchen I will look at one of my belongings, and I will see it morph into something that I don’t recognize.
I am scared that my mind will let go of control, and spin into a vertigo of terror.
Maybe they will be nice monsters. That makes me feel safer. Maybe they are really different from me, but I hope we respect each other.
I wonder if I could ever actually consider feeling calm and rooted in that tiny room, if I could ever consider home being in such a strange place. Like..a widow considering a new affair. I will have take back moments, many of them, I am sure of it. But..it's just change. Change happens all the time. Each little word I write here is a pixel of change. They pile up as I lay here on my bed, typing.
And thank goodness for change, because at some point, I’d like to get over these mini dramas, totally trust that the monsters are on my side, and get busy working my way up to shaking hands and metaphorically kissing wounds.
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[12 May 2007|05:36pm] |
Every morning when I wake up I feel:
a) kind of gross
b) reluctant to get out of bed because I can’t think of what to do once I am out there.
c) like I wish I could cry.
d) like I wish that I could cry so much that I would almost welcome someone to come punch me in the face, so that it would finally happen.
e) like if I lay still enough, my molecules will be able to feel a ghost.
f) uncertain about whether or not I want to feel a ghost.
g) like if I lay still enough I will be able to feel a bomb.
h) afraid that I wouldn’t be able to relate to anybody anymore if I were lucid about things like bombs.
i) in particular, bombs that have gone off in the past.
j) in particular, nuclear bombs.
k) in particular, nuclear bombs that have been detonated by the country, of which I am a citizen.
l) in particular, ones that were set off in cities where people lived.
m) caught in debate about whether I should aim for 8 hours or 10 hours of sleep, and curious about whether those 2 extra hours would be better spent “getting things done” or “remaining calm in a state of dormant meditation”
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