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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.
The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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posted Friday, July 13, 2001
Outward Bound - July 1, 2001
"I am truly exhausted. So much so, I nearly didn't write. We left the trail midday, yesterday, and have been forging out own across the Continental Divide and down through various valleys. The higher elevations are cold and windy, but devoid of mosquitos and get sun first in the morning.
"Lower elevations are comfortable, but we are being eaten alive by mosquitos. We are still above 10,000 feet, so the nights are still chilly.
"Each day, the views grow more spectacular. I don't want to take this for granted, but I am so tired and sore that I can barely keep my sense of humor, let alone my interest in our surroundings.
"Fortunately, David and Risa and Erin have been keeping me in high spirits.
"At one peak, we stopped to collect a rock that 'resonated' with us. I found two, a quartz rock and a hematite rock that Erin gave me. We ascribed a quality or aspect of ourselves to the rock that we would like to let go of, and pitched it off the side of the peak.
"I couldn't think of anything, but figured I'd throw it anyway and decide later."
The problems we experience are not so much to do with who we are as to holding back who we really are.
?Albert Einsten
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