Watching from the dark corner

I left today with next to zero energy, covered in a film of flour, remnants of poolish drying on my forearms and the largest burns I have ever received gracing my arms. I have never been so excited for a weekend in my life, compounded by the fact that most of the Barn crew will be gallivanting around the city with me. (Jenny)

3 tenses

Rain pours down from clouds, but the words fail to flow out of your weaving thoughts...

Thanks for the well wishes. He had a good run, and that's all we can ask for. RIP:




He was your Elvis, and when your Elvis dies, so does the private lie that someday you will be young once again. (Thanks Tom.)

On Culture

At the end that is nothing but supporting my theory that there is nothing like a good culture and a bad one, but the only way to get developed is by blending the pros of cultures. (Ali)

A House Mix Tale

me: Black Out or Go Back Out

Sent at 6:01 PM on Thursday

Mallory: Don't really understand la pregunta

but I never blackout unless MW is in the room

just a rule

oh I guess it's more of a rule than a question, eh?

me: yes.

Mallory: hey can you transfer me MCombat?

I have an itch that needs scratching

me: ask that again

Sent at 6:06 PM on Thursday

Mallory: Can you transfer me Mortal Combat?

Kombat!

me: felt pretty good to say that, didn't it

Mallory: you know it

So you gonna leave me naked in the storm or you gonna help a sista out?

me: I'm still deciding

explain exactly what you will do after you receive it

Mallory: standard

me: step by step

Sent at 6:09 PM on Thursday

me: there's no way i'm scratching your itch if you don't scratch mine, too

Sent at 6:12 PM on Thursday

Mallory: While it downloads (20 minutes Bolivian time) I will go down to the Cholita on the corner store (to the right, 5 stores down) and buy 4 bottles of Boca Rica Rum and two 2.5 liter bottles of coke (grand total of 64 Bolivianos or $9.15). Return to house and get the 80's power hour DVD ready. As the folks at home make the House Mixes I will upload the song onto my ipod which I will then plug into the loud speakers. I will scream are you guys ready to rumble and blast the song and we chug along

as we chug along*

me: how big are the bottles of rum

Mallory: liter

me: why do coke's come in 2.5L sizes

Mallory: not sure

me: what song will you play after

Mallory: 2 are 7Bs and 2.5 are 8

me: or are you going to put it on repeat

Mallory: the first song on 80s is "video killed the radio star"

no it will start and end

The Yellow Wood

The story chain is on. I'll start it next week.

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There's a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me

Story Challenge

A very small bottle with a very tight lid, full of carbonated fluid rolled down a mountain into a working washing machine...

I think it would be fun to do a story chain. Write a story where 3 - 5 writers contribute 3 paragraphs each, one after the other. Cycle 5 times through the writers. See how the story unfolds. Crowd (or author) vote afterward for best contributor.

Who's in?

Bonus link: Broom Game

mind flight

Driving across the country, inch by inch and foot by foot and mile by mile, watching every blade of grass bleed into every forest and give way to the flat green plains of Kansas to grow into the rising highlands of eastern Colorado, abruptly interrupted by the titanic Rockies and moving on up north to pass over the moonscape that is Wyoming, through the unfamiliar Western terrain of Utah's salt flats and Nevada's heavy mountainous deserts finally giving way to Tahoe's majestically beautiful summits rolling down to the Pacific coast has been a surreal and powerful accomplishment.


I have come to understand and appreciate just how very vast and diverse this country is, and everywhere we passed by I thought of different histories, of 40 acres and a mule, of outlaws on the frontier, of buffalo massacres and Native American tribes, of Mormons crossing such an incredible distance to found Deseret and of the true end of the frontier coming from the western end as well. (Preston)

As you're abroad

Part of going abroad is going somewhere no one (no one!) else will understand... and then coming back.

What is happening right now is you're building a set of experiences, some of which only a few others will share and understand, most of which will be yours and yours only. And it is probably those that will have the most lasting effect on you.

Then you go back to what some people will call reality. And I'll tell you, coming back is far more difficult than going and being.

I'm still here in spirit, thinking about you every day. I'll be all here soon, as I come back.

An Ending

Wads of mud exploded up like those frogs out of the dynamite pond. It was time to party; the shifting shafts of light told us so. Generations together at the shore, a sea of life parted before us. We raised our hands to the sky and danced as the music rained down.

It was a lovely view of heaven...