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I miss this page sometimes. :). ~GoGo

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Is this thing on?Oh, it is.Um, I just wanted to post a quick note to the reader. I'm heading out of blogville. Its been a nice time. Felt like I wrote some really nice entries here. I got to know many here too and am glad I did so. Wouldn't change the experience for anything.With that said, its time to go. As my gramps would say, "I ain't got no more bull shit to feed ya."I figure I'll leave the

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It’s a cool day. The clouds arch the entire sky a luminescent charcoal from the sun hiding behind. Trees still hang heavy with burnt crimson, marigold, and golden leaves though the wind has done her very best to release them from their perch. There is this overwhelming sense of grey to the day with color sown in patches. It’s that time of the season when everything feels internal – warmth,

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I stop. I pause and take my hands off the wheel. I’m listening.I’ve been driving down the back roads of my life. Syncopating my rhythm to the pace of these hidden highways, long and winding fast moving. I’m stretched out in the distance; it’s a long long drive down these back roads of the past week or so.See, a card player, from my grandfather’s roots, showed me my hand. Then Oprah told me what

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My writing has decreased on this page to pretty much nonexistent. I hope to soon find inspiration to fill this page again, until then I can only offer random photos from my days.~GoGo

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Congrad to the Chief for running 2:04:27 in your first half marathon!:-)~GoGo

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I sat in a room tonight, listening to another passer-by pass by. She told me a story of a stormy old road that I know. She told the story of not staying but going; she carried nothing with her, so she could always go. She talked of London, 2 years from now. She talked of Denver along the way. Her words drifting off the lip, I watched myself unfold. Leave it all and start over. This mirror

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Autumn’s arrived, under full bellied skies, grey and bulbous with rain. She brings a fresh air, crisp to all those hot days. I watched her seep into the neighborhood, umber’d stained highlights in the canopy. If you were not looking, you would not notice her filling the veins leaf by leaf, a subtle introduction of her grace. I saw her calling card and knew she was about to make her entrance.

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Stenciled birds flying, sketched out in spray paint, the day plays out and here I am trying to find something to say. I’ve been absent on this page, letting life play out instead of feathering its edges with rhyme. This writer put down the pen and became the words. Isn’t that what Rumi would say, go out in to the noisy street and be the noise! I find myself caught up in the triplets of my own

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~gg

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The Farmer's MarketThere are three cucumbers in my fridge. I see them first thing in the morning as I open the door to grab the coffee. They lie in this pyramid formation on the 2nd shelf, still waiting for me to do something with them. I pour my cold cup of summer Joe, and start to think about what I can do with them. I’ve started to drink my coffee cold brewed and then cubes of ice in my

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I gave up the cat tonight. The cat is this furry little thing I babysat at my place for two months. A friend needed to unload her for a minute do to housing issues, and I decided why the hell not. Ever since the "Grad School" internship where I was constantly around animals, I felt this overwhelming need to own a cat. Having decided to move to London, ownership of an animal seemed

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I’m sitting in the early morning, watching the neighborhood wake up. Cars take their slow turns in and out of the alleyway toward work and owners walk their dogs. A few foot travelers walk up the street turning right toward the bus stop for the morning commute somewhere else. Doors open and close, in the distance I can hear the screen door bang shut. It happens over and over again and I

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~gg

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Words lack their coherence these days. Flux, change, goodbyes and hellos collide and bounce. Thoughts pass by with layered feeling. This narrator is a loss for words. How do I describe the days of my life? What can I say? Next week is the camping trip complete with tents, fire, and friends. I’ve been picking up extra shifts at work for the money AND the experience. Cleaning and

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Spending time about the town, wrapping fingers around camera, I take my shot.

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I don’t know if astrology is legit. I mean, we just discovered a new dwarf planet, Eris, in our solar system. Doesn’t this mean the signs are off a little bit? Will people suddenly be born under the sign of Eris, and what will there traits be like?With that said, I am under the sign of Cancer. Yes, I am a cancerian. In fact, my birthday is less than 15 days away….woot! Most of the traits of a

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I walked past a picture, empty of my face 'Cause you told me I'd grow into my ugly. I bought a camera and filled it with my face ‘Cause you told me I’d grow into my ugly. It’s either going to be a chronology to Your truth OR something different ~Get Out of My Internalized BS~ December 20, 2005 I was searching for something else when I found this. Some piece I had

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I’m sitting down to finally write that paper for a seminar I took. Little did I know that a one day class would have a 7 page paper attached to it. I didn’t plan for it. Didn’t plan for even making an effort here. So, of course, I am spending time listening to music, utube’n, and avoiding any sense of effort towards the paper. Maybe in a little while, aye.I thought I could spend some time writing

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So, I am a childless woman. Right now, no kids. No, this is not a long winded whine complete with boo hoos and poor me(s). I really don’t mind being childless at the moment. In fact, the whole childlessness makes it real easy to pick up and move to London. I am noting my current childless existence because I myself am surprised by the number of kids who are in my life. Yes, for a no kid gyrl, I

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Dear Grandchildren,I seem to be running from morning to night these days, getting many things done while wading through many more things still undone. I am learning. That is a theme strong and thick in my veins today. Some core part of me is learning to come out and not be afraid. That sounds ambiguous doesn’t it? Hmm.I wish I had time to chronicle my last summer in this town. I have lived

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So many thoughts come and go. I am lazy to write them down; comfortable in letting them pass along, like time does tick by ticking hand. I am a thousand miles away from the written word. My days are filled with countless stories…I find they can only fit into verbal retelling. I think that is it, I have become vocal in my days again, leaving the written word for something other than an

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My life feels simple these day. I wake up to my days, the dawn greets me like open arms…okay sometimes it’s the later dawn. I drink a glass of water and then an hour later I drink my cup of coffee because…well I am taking Synthroid now and the directions say I have to wait an hour. I stretch my body into awakening…I love the butt squeeze simultaneously with arm stretch. Then I read something

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I was waiting for a friend of mine to come out of the Post Office in Durham and decided to take pictures of some municipal workers taking down a lamp post......I believe they were trying to change the light bulb. Badumpbump.~GoGo

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A fun find. While randomly sufing the wiktionary, I came across the pormanteaus page. A portmanteaus is defined as "A word formed which combines the meaning of two words (or, rarely, more than two words) by combining the words, usually, but not always, by adjoining the first part of one word and the last part of the other, the adjoining parts often having a common vowel." My favorites thus far

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I just finished reading Dooce. I really enjoy reading her monthly newsletters to her daughter. I always get this warm feeling building inside me only to burst out in wetness crowding around my eyelids. Love is a beautiful thing. I've decided to write my mum for Mother's Day and its going to be titled Mom's Newsletter: Month 359.Life post graduation has been an interesting ride. I have been

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Latest fun. I saw this wonderful photo piece in NC. Since then, I have been playing with pool table p.o.v.s. I am graduating tomorrow. Go me! :) GoGo

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It was the summer of 1988 when I first remember being displeased with my body. This was a drought year. The summer was hot and dry. It hardly rained and when it did, the waters barely quenched the thirst of the sun burnt foliage. I remember everything made a cracking sound – the grass, trees in the wind, and leaves. This was also the summer that I had electively decided to not wear shorts too

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This is my new find in blogville. Click here if you too love photos, photography, or simply appreciate a good shot or two. Definitely a fun page for the photography lover.~Tootles. GoGoUm, I thought I'd actually post.I fold up yesterday softly into my pocket, the residuals of two years summed up in a ceremony invite. My list is almost complete, I am just that many steps, out of what felt like a

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Check List:1 Support Group (CHECK)3 days left of internship (CHECK)1 Graduation gown to purchase (CHECK)1 Presentation regarding internship (CHECK)1 Learning Agreement Assessment to write (CHECK)3 dishes to make for the last day of classes (CHECK)1 RFP Paper for the psuedo program development course (I honestly cannot remember what RFP stands for, not a good sign) (CHECK)5 phone calls to return

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She smiles, a coy smile, the edges of her lips curled up as though she gets the inside joke of all inside jokes. She leans over and whispers in your ear, words you’ve waited to hear since you first met her, and suddenly you’re on the inside too. It’s nice to be on the inside. ~February 12, 1995~ For MN.A friend of mine died last week. I haven’t seen her in years. I remember once we promised to

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Then & Now:When I graduated from undergrad, I had Mono. I had some serious symptoms my last semester. I was sleeping all the time. I had a hard time going to class and pretty much spent most of my time in this fatigue filled fog. At that time, I was convinced I was not adjusting well to the changes happening with graduating like leaving friends, finding a job…moving back to my parents’ house to

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I recently went to see a friends of mine play at a local bar. I had a good time listening to the music and taking photos. Nice break from the grad school routine.

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It’s snowing outside. It’s been snowing for weeks. I don’t know why. Global warming, fluke weather. All I know is, it’s snowing. I’m done with snow.Suddenly everything feels manageable after feeling quite full of graduate school the last few months. I am down to 3 papers and a presentation, and my last 3 weeks. They’re big papers, but I’ve gotten all the nasty research out of the way and

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-74286674112985487382007-04-06T14:08:00.000-05:002007-04-06T14:14:52.999-05:00

I just passed the one month marker toward graduating. Yes, that’s right this GoGo’s going to be graduating May 4th. I am very excited, albeit tired at this moment. It’s a double edge date. On one edge, all nice and shiney is the symbolic finality of this 2 year program (i.e., graduation ceremonies). I have worked hard (internship, school, work – oh my!) and cannot believe the end is so near. On

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Thinking of my day...my week as it’s almost done, I wonder what words I’m gonna share. Do I write about the two papers finished? The clutter that spins out of control all around me, as I move from notes to book, book to computer, then back to the notes again. Moving tricky fingers in the chaos to find exactly what I was looking for. It wasn’t until I was done did I realize I had created a spiral

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These are photos I took yesterday evening while playing with my camera. After the NC trip, I hadn’t charged either of my batteries, so I only got in a few pics before the camera died. I wanted to spend the evening playing with the camera, getting more comfortable with it, and practicing how to take a shot. Alas, not this time. Close up these are great shots. My block is the transient part of

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Its that time again for me to break out the poetry. It's not like breaking out the fine china. It's more like breaking fine china. I never like my poetry until months later after rediscovering it. Then it becomes this stranger time made, remeniscent of some life together long gone, and I am left discovering the meaning in my own words. I need to desperately brush up on the rules of poetry. Don't

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-60494972625401803192007-03-16T11:38:00.001-05:002007-03-16T11:38:49.026-05:00

Interesting find for the day

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I pause, asking myself the question “what inspires me?” Where is my inspiration day-to-day? Inspiration comes in so many forms – nature, a comment, a thought, a sleeve, a deed, a book, a scribbled drawing or word, and even from a simple scrap of wrapper floating toward some drain. What inspires me the most?There have been days when thoughts feel dry and crusty, flaking off, the dandruff of

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Spring came back with me from North Carolina. Residuals of winter still linger in gritty snow, packed into dismal gray piles allocated against walls and un-trodden fields while everywhere else is a flood of mud and puddles. I watch as all those urban icebergs melt into tiny rivers filling in cracks and forming puddles, only to break the barriers cascading towards the drains waiting to catch all

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We headed down route 96 toward Ann Arbor around 9:30 am, turning south toward Ohio. We didn’t care if we started out late, the trip had just started and the week was just beginning. The instant we entered the car, it became a moving home with all the things we wanted to take with us. We were loaded on healthy snacks to eat and homemade black bean gazpacho soup to eat with hummus sandwiches for

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A quiet peace hangs in the night air. Warmth permeates the body and for the first time since winter began, my body relaxes, muscles loosening around the shoulders, and I walk without that primordial instinct to brace against the cold. I am in North Carolina, Durham, with friends. The days have been sunny, the nights filled with the liquor residue of warmer days. I needed this.Something

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Photo linkRobert Busby died this week. It turns out he was murdered in his business. To me this gentleman represented community, leadership, and compassion. I never spent time in his presence without feeling contentment permeating from him. He was a brilliant businessman, supporter of local music, and his art gallery, Creole Gallery, felt like a piece of home to me. Some of my foundest memories

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There is a muffled silence outside. Snow drifts in powdery wetness. The whole day has this dreary grey ring outlining everything. I can’t help but feel it around me. I just want to take a nap, wrapping myself under blanket and quiet. Everyone in the school program seems to be feeling the way I am these days, like we are crawling towards spring break - fingers digging into the snow and ice

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untitledIt’s funny how time can refresh the skin. It’s funny how time can bring insight into our stories. It’s funny how time can take the back seat forcing some moments to last forever. They don’t, they never do. But sometimes they can feel like forever, stretching on and on and on, and I begin to wonder if anything will ever change. Sure things always change. I grow into this beautiful

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I am about to collect myself again and hit the road. I’m not talking about the trip to the beach tomorrow, a last minute attempt to meet water and sand under winter’s view. A humbling experience of touching the ice formed at the edge of that Great Lake with trepidation’s feet and gingered thoughts before stepping backwards toward the safety of snow covered sand. I’m not talking about that trip.I

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-19494145687042939272007-02-23T15:05:00.000-05:002007-02-23T15:20:58.004-05:00

seven posts in February. will people stop reading? have I lost my mojo for this page?no, just busy....finished the CV for London. Well, until I do something else to be added. Watched Season 3 of the L-Word - hey I'm a single lesbian over my head in an MSW program with no time to date, at least that is what the last gyrl told me...I need lesbian drama and porn. Finished 2 papers and turned them

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-89097923695863448902007-02-21T15:24:00.000-05:002007-02-21T15:39:20.080-05:00

Time has filled itself to the brim of my day with academic obligations, work negotiations, and internship reviews. Still something has changed. Something in me and around me has moved. It feels as simple as moving a knickknack from one shelf to another, a minor detail only the owner would notice, yet I am impacted like my whole house has changed.My internal compass twists and sways in my days

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-54172313824551654292007-02-16T10:54:00.000-05:002007-02-16T11:09:40.040-05:00

Words from the sketchbook, collections of life happening randomly around me, I put pen to paper and draw the moments. These are my landscapes, my profiles, my sketches. Bent head, eye brow a stencil of thin brown perched upward like a thought, her eyes looking downward toward some distance point on the floor. This is her pausing, thinking of the next thing to say. This is a moment that silence

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-49846115842710432642007-02-13T00:28:00.000-05:002007-02-13T00:43:28.822-05:00

First and foremost, Good luck Bendingpeak!!I’m sitting at the University library NOT writing my paper. Yes, these words are another distraction, another attempt at procrastination. My paper is a synthesis paper for this Administration class. I am to reflect on the logic model and program designs for a made up program I and my group members have created. There is nothing like pretending to do

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-42188479783879671582007-02-11T00:05:00.000-05:002007-02-10T21:39:03.746-05:00

No Sunday Scribblings this week. Too much to do, brain overloaded.I just wanted to put out to blogland that my Mom posts are the sum of conversations turned into fictional dialogue for the sake of humor. Its a cathartic exercise. My mother is a beautiful, funny person, who I love and adore. I never would have thought growing up that she would really care so much about my haircut, my clothes,

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-37584978566803390772007-02-05T16:12:00.000-05:002007-02-05T16:43:58.140-05:00

Prologue:Thoughts swaying with the music, words churn in my stomach, turning into something to say. Or perhaps this is just lunch digesting.My life feels like a Picasso Painting. My life is bits and pieces scattered all over the canvas and it’s the color of me that pulls it all together.~~~~Act I: Two Stubborn Women Dancing -We meet our heroine in the middle of it all.GoGo: I’ll be there on

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-29777058689897955442007-02-04T00:19:00.000-05:002007-02-04T06:56:28.021-05:00

So, I was sitting at the computer, trying to find something creative to say about goodbyes. I’ll be doing enough of that soon, none-the-less, I was committed to the endeavor to create for Sunday Scribblings…even if goodbye seemed like a subject I did not want to write about, not quite yet anyway.At first I thought, why not write a story. A story that had nothing to do with me and everything to do

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-38598026470900053702007-02-02T18:50:00.000-05:002007-02-02T19:34:46.759-05:00

Painted House 52 tagged me for a meme. 5 things that have made me smile this week.1) My conversation with my Mom this week. In my family therapy class or as we Students like to call it SW851, we are required to do a family genome project, which is just a family tree with layers. Its not just the names and death of family members, but education level, careers, substance history, divorces, you

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-59206935972925443752007-01-28T04:39:00.000-05:002007-01-28T04:52:29.786-05:00

Mother: Saw X at w*l-martIn my home town W*l-mart seems to be the popular place to see people. Its not just my parents either. Friends will call me up and say, "Hey, I saw your parents at w*l-mart. I don’t promote the place, I’m just stating an observation.GoGo: Yeah, how’s she doing?Mother: Her partner and her are having a commitment ceremony.Since I have left my home town, a good number of my

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-86094574161191187002007-01-26T10:44:00.000-05:002007-01-26T11:16:47.557-05:00

This Sunday Scribbling was too fun. I didn't expect the word chronicles to do anything for me, but give me the heebeegeebees from scene flashes of "The Chronicles of Riddek" popping into my head. Yes, I watched the movie. What can I say, I enjoyed "Pitched Black". Oh, I digress. Anyway, I am looking forward to reading others responses to this prompt, which can be checked out here. ~GoGo~~~~~~~~~~

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-86858991664372638332007-01-24T20:32:00.000-05:002007-01-24T23:56:01.773-05:00

Long night. Wednesday is my study night - for sure, without doubt. Friends flow in and out to partake in this informal study group I've created. Its nice to have company among the clutter of studying at the coffee shop. Tonight's task is Lit searches again, this time I am looking at policies relating to the aging driver. I can happily get lost in Lit searches. My eyes go blurry from all

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-75266753951232531362007-01-22T22:02:00.000-05:002007-01-24T20:44:16.024-05:00

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-19840711579440418122007-01-21T02:21:00.000-05:002007-01-21T03:30:33.800-05:00

Mmm. Fantasy.My thoughts go downnight time roads,cheeks raising highblushingfrom the smilecurling upwardswhile my eye browspurse provocativewith the enjoymentof images that roll behind the eyes.~Oh, but I’m not going there here. And no one here, is going there in my written words.Ah, but in the darken night, under sheets wrapped tight, there is another fantasy I think of that is Parentally

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-45924090683294593632007-01-20T20:47:00.000-05:002007-01-20T21:11:40.023-05:00

Thanks to Paris Parfait, I am honored to pass along another good artist out there, Taos Pueblo Fine Art. Check out his site. Good luck on this new journey.

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-21441833545259576982007-01-20T01:16:00.000-05:002007-01-20T02:26:21.107-05:00

Good twilight,I have two memes to address tonight. Beansprout sent me the first one and Ruminating in the Roses sent me the second one. I am suppose to tag folks, but am going to say anyone who wants to can consider themselves tagged.Meme 1This is how it works:1. Find the nearest book.2. Name the book & the author.3. Turn to page 123.4. Go to the fifth sentence on the page. 5. Copy out the next

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-81130774161890825892007-01-17T23:48:00.000-05:002007-01-18T00:01:29.081-05:00

Sitting at the coffee shop drinking chai tea and quickly loosing my attention span for my policy class and the readings on practice advocacy. It’s a pertinent topic. It reflects the idealism and doer attitude I have, and yet I’m kind of done reading about the topic. This program I am in is most definitely circular in educating. I’ve read this before, with different words. I’ve been on this page

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-55214437762774086392007-01-16T03:17:00.001-05:002007-01-16T03:17:00.078-05:00

This was a fun find. I can just imagine the humid summer day and some random pedestrian walking by below while Stevie's voice filters out from the open window.She's got a great voice.

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-56920164941347450992007-01-14T04:03:00.000-05:002007-01-14T06:20:19.656-05:00

Cheeks feeling tired from another night, my book bag dangles from my shoulder, I’m about to go home. Finishing conversations and inside jokes with coworkers, laughter lingering in the throat, a smile washes away the worn, and I am feeling like those familiar pair of jeans again. I am comfortable in myself, fitting just right.Walking out right before dawn, a crow flies out from the night, landing

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-10339391697573570172007-01-13T05:29:00.000-05:002007-01-13T06:00:43.108-05:00

First week back to the grind of school is always busy. Getting situated with classes, organizing the internship, downloading all the articles we have to read is a muttered mess of organization. Added to this, I had to work out some details for graduation this spring. I am graduating in Spring 2007, but am taking a couple more classes this summer to fulfill some elective credits. That’s the task

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-27457732286937660092007-01-09T23:08:00.000-05:002007-01-09T23:58:17.159-05:00

Long day, good day, fun day, school day.:-)~ ~GoGo

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-13154918841068049062007-01-07T12:21:00.000-05:002007-01-07T12:49:11.608-05:00

I woke up this morning feeling like a crinkle, like one of those crinkly fries in fact. I didn’t go on my road trip. Rather, I went home packed my things while my body began to feel intensely nauseous. Little ole me, went through the days meals and realized I only had a salad – a very good salad mmm, mmm – a hand full of almonds, and a few carrots. Its not because of diet or weight watch, it was

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-48990585992767222192007-01-04T16:25:00.000-05:002007-01-04T17:02:10.514-05:00

It’s the New Year. How’d that happen? No, seriously, I’ve been enjoying the transition into a new day, a new month, a new year. I’ve been writing, working on becoming short and concise. First, I had to admit that I had a problem. I stood up and admitted, I am a longwinded writer. I like my sentences long and winding. I had to stop blaming early exposure to long winded, yet good, literature. Stop

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-54931915302509859822006-12-31T00:58:00.000-05:002006-12-31T02:46:38.183-05:00

And the second part is part of a meme. The first lines of the first post for each month of 2006. Just seem fun to put here. Tonight on the page…clutter. ~JanuaryI stood at the top of the stairs today, wondering which way I was going – up or down? ~FebruaryI want to depart from self-introspection and write about the circle of things in my life right now. ~MarchI would teach backwards all the

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-36174747016472908712006-12-30T05:19:00.000-05:002007-01-14T06:20:56.342-05:00

The dawn cracks the horizon, light breaking through the back of tomorrow, and with the light comes the wind. It is a fresh breath, chilly, brushing the cheeks with the subtle sting of winter. I get into my car. I have a destination in mind. Long hours, this self heading out onto the road hiding behind point A to point B, but really my goal is just to be in between. This is the road trip. The

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-62026179775261286102006-12-24T07:24:00.001-05:002006-12-24T07:24:46.998-05:00

Happy Holidays, whatever event your celebrating. A Christmas Story is a movie I look forward to watching around this time of year. Its well written, entertaining, and I can relate too many aspects from running from the bully to getting in trouble for the things our parents taught us. I never wanted a gun. No way! I did want to write like this though.Seasons Greetings! ~GoGo

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-67513518729750245242006-12-22T13:09:00.000-05:002006-12-22T13:37:29.090-05:00

Sunday Scribblings post prompt: Change. Click here for more...~Excuse me; do you have change for a dollar?I suppose we aren’t talking about this kind of change, are we.What do I want to say about change? I suppose I could talk about change as a constant part of life. Though time ticks in a constant pattern of 60 minutes and 12 hour increments, the today is never the same as yesterday. December

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-86169079271460947382006-12-19T11:58:00.001-05:002006-12-19T11:58:14.767-05:00

Here is a sample of Imogen Heap. She's fantastic. She's on the Soundtrack for Garden State too. I picked a song with Kid Beyond, because I am still blown away by this guy. I recommend seeing him live, its a fun show.Imogen Heap is done touring for now though, she is making a new album.Happy Holidays

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-40479229068865258612006-12-19T11:55:00.001-05:002006-12-19T11:55:55.005-05:00

Went to see Imogen Heap last night and this guy opened. Live, it was fantastic to see what this guy could do. That's all coming from him.

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-37497476606491061192006-12-16T21:10:00.001-05:002006-12-16T21:10:11.432-05:00

L: Hey, what's that artists name? G: Can you be more specific? L: You know, that artist? G: Yeah, I can't help you. L: You know that artist, his name starts with a C. G: With a C? L: Yeah. G: I'm not good with names. L: No, you know. That artist whose name starts with a C. You know. G: I got nothing. L: You know - C Something, C something! G: Cat Stevens? L: Yeah, that's it. Then we You tubed him

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-89277654354288036242006-12-14T18:53:00.000-05:002006-12-14T19:38:25.063-05:00

I was inspired to try and write this from someone else’s page today, putting words to this leaving thing I am doing. I hold onto what is happening for me like I’m holding my breath. I was glad to get the reminder to breathe.I’ve been talking about leaving this town for some time, ready to move onto the next adventure in this GoGo’s life. It’s taking some serious prep-work to get on the road, as

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-89255850098491740902006-12-10T23:35:00.000-05:002007-09-17T14:59:22.058-05:00

Hey something happen to my previous post. Its gone...like deleted gone. I think I may have done it yesterday while playing with this new Beta thing. I was torn about sharing, guess Beta worked that issue out for me. Here's today's post below. I'll have to think about reposting the earlier Sunday Scribble. ~ggMy shift ended with me being extremely tired. It was the kind of tired that braise the

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-5891202845280990762006-12-09T02:19:00.000-05:002006-12-09T04:54:15.580-05:00

By George, she's got it!Please note, the links list on the left side bar.With help from Deep in the Ground, who can now be accessed on said side bar, and a little help from my eyes staring at the page until I saw the language, I now have links.It's a work in process, so please be patient...

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1165423067792890342006-12-06T11:29:00.000-05:002007-01-14T06:42:53.951-05:00

Walking with stationary thoughts,tucked away on the loading dock,while watching this city move.I am reminded of you,thoughts unfold from the envelopesof living,the stickiness of the seallong since worn open.I remember you –age 3 running aroundin the rays of the sun,bare nakedand liberatedfrom any thought of indecency.I remember youat 6-years-old,eyes closedwhile pumping the legsback and

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1165329458025475982006-12-05T09:29:00.000-05:002006-12-05T09:37:38.073-05:00

Just turned in my last final. Wooohooo. I’m feeling mighty proud of myself at the moment. Sure it can be the residuals of staying up for the good portion of the night to finish this last final – a 5question 10 page total take home.I think its okay for me to take this moment and absorb the finale of a semester well done. For the first time, the internal voice of doubt that I can do this is silent.

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1165279399790890312006-12-04T19:36:00.000-05:002006-12-04T19:43:19.816-05:00

I'm about to present my final presentation for my research class. I've worked hard for this class and am glad I am almost done. I'm feeling anxious. Presentations make me nervous.This poster is my inspiration to be calm and know I can do it.Thought I'd share.Wish me luck!GoGo

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1165130437071441602006-12-03T02:20:00.000-05:002006-12-04T11:57:35.393-05:00

Hallejuah ~K.D. Lang~In the last hour, I've spent my time thinking about spending the day working for Goldenrod Music, the music company I once worked for. It was the annual open house. I've worked the open house the 2 Decembers since I quit to go to Grad School. This song sums up my experience working in this all women space with these beautiful women from 2002-2005. It changed my direction

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1165128383766256492006-12-03T01:46:00.000-05:002006-12-03T12:39:25.656-05:00

A day in the officeIn the last hour I wondered what it would be like to have a job like this.

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164952238817032492006-12-01T00:45:00.000-05:002006-12-01T00:51:11.653-05:00

At this moment, scattered around me is the history of my research class. Codebooks, data analysis, frequency tables, needs evaluations, logic models, and gobs of research papers have broken free from their designated piles to become one continuous circle of clutter. This mess sums up all my work, leading me into the final that has only just begun. The final is due Monday, I have completed one

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164822793637523792006-11-29T12:48:00.000-05:002006-11-29T12:53:14.326-05:00

Jim C. Hines is a friend of mine and author. The book below is a must read for the fantasy reader out there. I didn't want to just post a plug for a friend, but one hell of a writer too!He doesn't know I am doing this, I wanted to surprise him. So buy the book and read it!~GoGoIn the history of grand adventures, heroic quests, and noble battles, goblinkind has never been more than a footnote.All

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164678094781508492006-11-27T20:23:00.000-05:002006-11-27T20:41:34.866-05:00

I got tagged! Thanks Ruminating the Roses. My brain is fried tonight, so its not all that funny. Three things that scare me: spiders (I’m trying to appreciate you), gossip, jumping my car.Three people who make me laugh: Ellen DeGenerous, my friends (I can’t pick just one), and that guy from My Name is Earl…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.Three things I love: Coffee, a good story, watching a

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164584331966386782006-11-26T18:16:00.000-05:002006-11-26T18:53:10.643-05:00

I’m feeling a little off today. A little on the bluesy side complete with the hood up and my favorite socks wrapped around my toes. I’m not telling you what my favorite socks look like. Its not sad or blue in a sense, it’s more like I’m coming up to that cliff I’ve been working towards with school, and my chest’s feeling a little pressed. It’s not a bad feeling to have at all really, if there are

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164449425065019262006-11-25T04:58:00.000-05:002006-11-25T07:59:01.746-05:00

Prompt #35 for Sunday Scribblings inspired by Xegbp: NemesisI adore my Nemesis. I call her Nemi for short. She came into my life because my friend Fer loved her, and they were best friends in High School who became lovers and partners. I met Fer in College, and she was a part of a Rat Pack of folks I hung out with. We all had nicknames for one another. They didn't call me GoGo. At that time my

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1164390165386812122006-11-24T12:31:00.000-05:002007-01-14T06:23:42.431-05:00

Sitting on the couch, watching “Please Don't Eat the Daisies" with my Dad, my brother is fiddling with some electronic thingamagig while my sister sits next to me.“I like Doris Day”, my father says rocking in his rocking chair. Doris’ character just finished a fast paced dialogue with another character and we chuckle.I came out to my parents years ago, while sitting at the dining room table. My

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1163838187665313862006-11-18T02:50:00.000-05:002006-11-18T03:32:00.513-05:00

Yep, it’s writer’s block. There are thoughts in the head, but when I type them out I get disinterested mid-sentence. I’m trying to write the hero piece for Sunday Scribbles. Nothing. No, excuse me. There is much of something, but its not coming out.For me, writer’s block is like a cricket chirping in the head. No, not literally. And its not a group of crickets either blending into one another. It

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Time took back her ever present ticking andslowed down.Time gave me her handsandwe dance a slow paced waltz,neither leading nor falling behind.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I’m currently at the library, helping a fellow student/friend with an SPSS program for that pesky research class. I found I had time to write, so thought I would put a few thoughts to the page, but realize I

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1163612565824846912006-11-15T12:38:00.000-05:002006-11-15T12:42:45.853-05:00

If interested in signing the petition, please go here.November 14th, 2006To My Conservative Brothers and Sisters,I know you are dismayed and disheartened at the results of last week's election. You're worried that the country is heading toward a very bad place you don't want it to go. Your 12-year Republican Revolution has ended with so much yet to do, so many promises left unfulfilled. You are

GoGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15564750293363156213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15634121.post-1163386090062218462006-11-12T21:12:00.000-05:002006-11-12T21:48:10.300-05:00

Sunday Scribbles Prompt: "I don't want to be a passenger in my own life." (Diane Ackerman) This quote reminded me of a journal entry I wrote a few years back while traveling somewhere with a friend. A random piece reflecting the moment written, at the moment read became something more. I think its appropriate for today's prompt. Ackerman's quote sounds nice. I do not want to be a passive

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Ooh crap, Got busy these last two days, and look I got another tag. I hope I’m not too late.10 wonderful things that start with O:October. It’s a good month.Olive oil, I love cooking and I love using different oils – sunflower, peanut, etc. – but my fave will always be Olive Oil….and lets not forget about Popeye’s gyrlfriend…she’s totally cool. Oxygen, seeing that most species are addicted to the

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I got nothing. I’ve been reading more then thinking in terms of writing these days. It’s a dry spell. Looks like its time collect. I even went for my usual walk in the woods to inspire this gyrl….I got wet feet. ;)Seriously, I have absolutely nothing to write about. That’s not a bad thing. Just the state of things.Speaking of the State of things….I watched the election result last night like it

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Hmm. It’s a rainy day. Everything is wet – the trees, the grass, the street…the air. This kind of grey misty day reminds me of the movie Goonies (1985). I don’t know why, but on days like this I want to go on a treasure hunt down tunnels and into caves, while avoiding the booby-traps….or is it boodie-traps?Fall is hanging on with all her might. The only difference between a wet fall day and a

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Um, I think I was premature on the snow thing last week. Yes, it was snowing – lots of furry balls of whiteness. It did not stick, however. In fact, it’s a balmy 50 degrees today, sunny, and non-coat comfortable. Yeah, I jumped ahead of myself. It was a nice picture. I’m keeping it around for the first day the snow sticks and the ground is blanketed.Keeping with my mantra these days, I’m busy. I

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I drew a picture to mark this special occassion. Happy Snow Dayz! ~GoGo

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