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Last Updated: 4/30/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 20
Sign: Aries

City: Flagstaff
State: Arizona
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/30/2005

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Monday, April 27, 2009 

12:49 PM me: Hello, sweet boy.

12:50 PM Shouldn't you be going to work?

  And if you have, shouldn't you have logged out and closed the computer?

  And if you have, shouldn't you find out who is impersonating you, for surely someone is keeping this account alive without you?

12:51 PM And if you have, why have you not destroyed this person?

  And if you have, why do not tell me, warn me of future impostors?

12:53 PM And if you have, then maybe you told MY own impostor for I know nothing of this.

  And if you have [told my impostor], we are all doomed.And if we are, know that I love you and wish to see you again someday.

Currently listening:
Castaways and Cutouts
By The Decemberists
Release date: 2003-05-06
Sunday, February 01, 2009 

Category: Blogging
Sometimes, I have this curious obsession to go through entire catalogs of webcomics [or print comics uploaded online] from beginning to end. Last year, I went through the following: XKCD, Married to the Sea, Toothpaste for Dinner, Natalie Dee, A Softer World, SinFest and a handful of tiny, sporadic webcomics.

Currently, I'm going through Dilbert and Daisy Owl. With Dilbert, there's the task of enjoying 20 years of Scott Adams--the task not being loving the series' wit but having to skip every Sunday on the calender lest you get sent back to the homepage with today's comic. No other comic, in my opinion, has been capable of staying relevant and interesting for such a long period of time. Many, tragically, fall prey to the fate of long-lasting Garfield: hanging on only by the threads of tradition and only getting respect recently through web-hit Garfield Minus Garfield.

There are many lasting qualities of Dilbert, especially in the insightful banter regarding any topic and with the pretense that Dilbert is a loveable loser who works for "the industry," like every average person. He gives everyone a chance to openly make fun of their bosses within actual voiced opinion: passive-aggressive use of spot-on comics goes a long way [to feel understood]. This is known.
However, where I'm at in Dilbert's tale is still in the foundation and his famous short, horned boss isn't even in the picture yet.

like those stupid garfield windshield clings

The other comic I'm going through [Daisy Owl] is much newer, the first post being July 3, 2008. In the series, an owl [Mr. Owl] raises his two adopted human children [Daisy and Cooper]. It it full of adorable and adventure. Like most clever and popular comics, the alt-text rounds each comic together into perfection. Not very far in this one either, I've found many gems:

This is based on a true story.

The same dream, every night.

Last Notes.
Art Spiegelman gave a talk at NAU. I'll go into how great, but often old and crotchity he was another time.
Check out NAU's best/only[?] webcomic: Cliptomania Comics.

Steal from the poor and give to the



Currently reading:
Invisible Monsters
By Chuck Palahniuk
Saturday, October 11, 2008 

Current mood:  discontent

"I'm just trying to get some quotes for my story for my journalism class. It won't even be published. The story is about...."

He waved his hand halfway between us in a pseudo-Jedi movement.
"I did not steal your fry," he said.
"Yes you did, you cliche fuck."

"She's kind of the opposite of a 6foot4 Navajo guy," he said, before: "Let's go see the WalMartians. There's always something entertaining going on over there--whether it's ladies in weird hats or polite lines of gaming nerds."

Almost a year ago, NPR covered a story about a test planet, something probably to do with gravitational pull and magnetic field. During the reporter, the narrator said, "It's chaotic and structured, which you can get a feel for in this reporting."
I just didn't know what to make of it. 

Often I find that the sidewalk chalk is much more informative than the local daily newspaper.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008 

Current mood:dreamy
I want to break the rules. I want to explain my motives and repeat boring sentence structure. I want to play with words and with you. I want to sleep with you on the roof. I want to act out and have no reason why. I want to stay in an all-you-can-eat restaurant three hours after closing just to have one more pear. I want to keep this one rule even though we've broken all the others, though this one feels like the easiest to mess, a quick slip. I want to be the girl who's only for you, nobody else's cream dream, so I know it's US and not THEM. I want to be a positive dreamy little girl to inspire and uplift a sweet, moody young man.
But most of all, the rule I want to break is to use the word "thing" when a more specific word or phrase is readily available.
Currently listening:
Funeral
By Arcade Fire
Release date: 2004-09-14
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 

Current mood:  blissful
If I could buy real estate in a puddle, I would. If I could turn my arms into usable wings, I would red-eye myself right to you.
I deal a lot in "if"s and more awesome alternative realities. If that makes this reality more magical, I never want to deal in any thing else. Except maybe kittens.
Currently listening:
Elephant
By The White Stripes
Release date: 2003-04-01
Monday, July 07, 2008 
There's something inside me. It feels like every mode of creation, every medium flashing together in a blur. The only way to release the stream, I'm afraid, comes in the form of a trance. Take away my reality and my ability to rationalize. Take away my conscience/conscious and inhibitions. Break me down to only truth and free-floating thoughts.

Then I will make you a painting-song-portrait-explosive-lovemaking-chalk-show-balmy-rhetoric-stilllife-planet-tattoopiercing-scratch-melody-harmony-crescendo-sketch-baby-installation-coilpot-drinkitup-windchime-spacespacespace-picture.
Currently listening:
Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 2005-07-05
Friday, July 04, 2008 
  Believe my stories.
  Last night I threw a handful of feathers into the hallway and yelled, "There are birds in this room."
  Can you believe that?
Currently listening:
Absolution
By Muse
Release date: 2004-03-23
Friday, June 06, 2008 

Current mood:  hungover
This is fun. I am young. I'm in the game. Fuck yeah.

Check it:


AND:

Report: Love Letters From U.S. Troops Increasingly Gruesome

WASHINGTON—According to a Pentagon report leaked to the press Monday, love letters written by U.S. troops have nearly tripled in their use of disturbing language, graphic imagery, and horrific themes since the start of the war.

The report, which studied 600 romantic notes sent over a period of two years, found a significant increase in terrifying descriptions of violence and gore, while references to beautiful flowers, singing bluebirds, and the infinite, undulating sea were seen to decrease by 93 percent.

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An April 28 letter from Sgt. David Howard to his wife, Monica.

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"Not only are U.S. soldiers stationed in Iraq less likely to compare their lover's cheeks to a blushing red rose," the report read in part, "but most are now three times more likely to equate that same burning desire to the 'smoldering flesh of a dead Iraqi insurgent,' and almost 10 times more likely to compare sudden bursts of passion to a 'crowded marketplace explosion.'"

According to detailed analysis of the letters, the longer a U.S. soldier had been stationed in Iraq the more macabre the overall tone of his correspondence became. Troops who had been fighting for less than a year lapsed into frightening allegory only 15 percent of the time, while those who had been serving between two and three years described their affection for loved ones back home as more vibrant and alive than any of the children in the village of Basra.

Troops stationed in Iraq for four years or longer composed their letters entirely in blood.

 Letter Excerpt
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"The more often U.S. soldiers are confronted with images of carnage, the more these elements become present in their subconscious and, ultimately, in their writing," said Dr. Kendra Allen, a behavioral psychologist who reviewed the Pentagon's findings. "This is precisely why we see so many passages like, 'Darling, I miss the way your bright green eyes always stayed inside your skull' and 'Honey, how I dream of your soft, supple arms—both of them, still attached as ever, to the rest of your body.'"

Allen went on to say that many of the harrowing details found in the love letters were linked to specific events in Iraq. A bloody clash with Islamic extremists in late March resulted in more than 40 handwritten notes from a single battalion, all of which contained some version of the message "My love for you spills out of me like my lower intestine, my gallbladder, and my spleen."

The most noticeable change came after a violent border skirmish in May that left four U.S. soldiers dead and dozens more severely injured. Since the incident, a number of letters, which had previously signed off with "Yours forever," instead ended with "Please God, deliver me from this nightmarish hellhole! The screaming—it never stops! Christ, I beg you, make it all go away! Make the parade of blood and pain and tears go away!"

A number of wives and fiancées of servicemen in Iraq, many of whom are now unsure how to reply to their partners abroad, provided personal accounts of how the tone of their correspondence has changed.

"Getting love letters from my husband used to be my favorite part of the week. But these days, they're almost impossible to get through," said Sheila Miller, whose husband, Michael, has been in Iraq since 2004. "Yes, it's still flattering to be told that you're as beautiful as a syringe full of morphine, or that you're as much a part of his being as the shrapnel near his spine. But I'm really starting to worry about him."

"My husband has never really been the romantic type, but even this is strange for him," said Margaret Baker, the wife of Sgt. Daniel Baker. "How am I supposed to react to hearing that my name is the sweetest sound in a world otherwise filled with desperate cries of anguish? I made the mistake of showing [daughter] Gracie the birthday card her father sent her from Tikrit and she hasn't spoken for a month."

In response to the damaging report, Defense Secretary Robert Gates spoke on behalf of the thousands of soldiers on active duty in the Middle East, saying the study's findings were "misrepresented" and any rise in horrific metaphors and similes was in no way related to the situation in Iraq.

"I've been to our bases overseas and let me be the first to tell you that conditions in Iraq are the best they've ever been," Gates announced at a press conference Friday. "In fact, I would go so far as to say that we're making as much progress here as, say, an army private who accidentally falls on a land mine, and instead of choosing to die in the middle of the road like some dog, drags his bleeding trunk—inch by throbbing inch—to the side of a nearby ditch."

Added Gates, "It's that good."


Currently listening:
Book of Silk
By Tin Hat Trio
Release date: 2004-08-10
Wednesday, June 04, 2008 
F. K. N. Q.

It's time to go back and find them.
Currently listening:
Quebec
By Ween
Release date: 2003-08-05
Wednesday, June 04, 2008 


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This room belonged to someone, lots of someones; and here it has just become a novelty for the amount of construction needed so it can belong to more someones. Inside is evidence that recently a worker was in the room and that that worker should be the only one in that room, so I snuck in for a few photos. When I left, just as I'd corrected my step to parallel with the hallway and turned my camera off, the maintenance man came around the corner panting. I was late for work.

There:


In with the other pears. It smelled like cleanser. When I told Shiftleader Megan about it, she told me the story about the bell pepper she was cutting at South Dining that had maggots inside. There's always one rotten apple in every bunch.

After staying longer than scheduled--like every other day this week--I went back to my room, did the off-of-work routine and then went back. Megan and Supervisor Jimmie had an event off-campus, at a park. I had to go. Not knowing about the wind, but hoping for free food. Not knowing about the playground, but hoping for it. Not knowing, but God I'm glad I had hoped.







This pond and death hole were unexpected and so was the old-fashioned softball that rolled down the hill toward me, its owner far enough away for me to feel the urge to pick it up. When I threw it, it went to him.
"Oh, nice. I like that," he said. Because I shouldn't be able to throw, or because this guy later turned out to be the one who was afraid to get his white tee dirty or to catch the ball coming at him from any direction, height, speed.

Under the ramada, there was a bungle of hoodlums. Or, rather, a group of preteens who wanted to be tough; therefore, they are not cool enough to get the title of "bungle of hoodlums." Within the group are chatters of "he said that today?" and "well, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm..." with the chorus of skooters hopping and clanging on the ground. One girl coughs in the midst of drinking from a blue can.

"Oh, I got lucus all over my face," like she's texting and mixed up the m for an l.

Sitting on benches next to one of the soccer fields, another group--this one made up of high school girls--is having a conversation--this one made up of:

"SHE'S PREGNANT?" A pause. "Who's she married to?"
"I don't know," as though the suggestion she may contain any kind of information is audacious. "He's probably cute, so the baby'll be cute."







For the second time this week, I've hiked in just flip flops, purely by accident and without the ability to predict.

To end part one, I put in no effort; I couldn't even choose a better division point.
Currently listening:
Employment
By Kaiser Chiefs
Release date: 2005-03-15