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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 Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Self-Circumvent
Reading the remaining 62 pages of my journal, I began to reconsider posting them. Not that I dislike anything I've written, it's just that everything feels forced. No real self-discovery occurred. I know myself. There have been times in my past when I feel like this body that separates me from the world is thick and unwieldy, but recently, I've felt so close to the surface ? as though I could walk through with little effort.
So much has happened over the past week, and I feel I need to be recording now. Something is happening. Things are changing all around me, subtly and on grand scales. This outlet has become bland. I need something new and clean. I need a redesign.
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