" an additional 90˚ in your heart "

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bike rides for your body in the first real heatwave day of spring. the sun is on the dipping side of the sky, and the breeze is lovely and carresing.

heart is racing, sweat beading and cooling. muscles are tight and every single revolution brings with it a new experience of pain and elation.

zip zip zip through the cars, zoom zoom zoom through the people, careeeeeeeeen through the streets. everything is amazing and wonderful. who could dare to have a worry today?


tonight's homework:

make a little wish upon a star, and hold that little twinkling shit of a celestial body to its pure silent promise...cause galaxies is tricky.

(and a happy april 7th birthday to my brother as well!)

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" daaaang, sun! "

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spring makes another attempt hmm? i hope that this time it'll just get warmer and warmer.

nothing like a dose of actual sunshine on skin to rejuvenate your entire being. just gets on in there and swirls around. feels great. like drinking from the pure energy stream in TRON. like jumping in a cold stream in the forest and fighting a bear. like jumping off a cliff with a windsuit and soaring at 150 mph inches from the ground.

spring is here, and i'mma ride my bike.


tonight's homework:

devote an hour to working on your craft, whatever it may be, and then at the end of that focused hour of hard work, eat a small dish of the ice cream of your choice.

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" the spaces in between "

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my room, no matter how tidy i make it, no matter how cleanly i arrange it, or organize it or reshuffle the major pieces in it or reroute cables within it or do anything resembling a rethinking of its layout in any manner, is still very very small.

i feel like a pine-nut in the shell of a pistachio nut, but with a loft bed.

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" monday comes just in time for rain "

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ten days ago, i decided to brave the rains in the search of eventual cheese.

today, i find myself freshly home from the essex street market, with cheese and bread in bag, and the drizzle drizzles lightly falling from an overcast sky.

i think it's pretty funny that this cycle seems to have spurred my non-bloggingness self to get on the horse and share.

maybe i need to eat more baguettes and cheese? but perhaps we can not include the rain, cause i'm over that...please?

tonight's homework:

draw something on a blank piece of paper. don't think about it too much, don't fret if it's not "the greatest piece of art in the universe!" don't beat yourself up for it looking silly. just draw one thing for about 3-5 minutes, and allow it to be amazing in its unpolished look. then, revel in the fact that you created something. you're amazing.

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" two hours to cheese "

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you're sitting in your room and outside, the rains are coming down like the dickens, and you've no umbrella-ella-ella-ay-ay.

you're on a kick which includes both short stories and british comedy shows (spaced & the mighty boosh).

you have so many socks on the floor and none on your feet.

in about 2 hours, you're going to find yourself eating cheese in the city, and nothing could be better for today.

you smell terrific.

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" contemplating in front of your computer can kill all your joys"

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you're watching the light from the sun rake it's last outstretched fingers against the bricks of the buildings adjacent to the churchyard. their muted hues burst afire and become brilliant colors; bold and strident like a kick in the teeth.

looking down at your fingers as they type type type away, you wish that they were doing something more useful. something more meaningful, helpful, and worthy. instead they flutter about with the sounds of clickety-clackity all about. they seem so hollow, the palms shallow, and the wrists tightening up. your hands wish they had other hands to hold.

you're watching the final episode of the (british) office on hulu, and you have another small realization that you're lonely. you're very nice and giving, but you're lonely. if these people can find a small bit of happiness in a seemingly harrowing daily drudge, perhaps you can as well. or maybe you watch too much online videos.

you notice that the night has crept in like a bandit, and has replaced all of the light in the world with a darkening blue blanket. the green gaseous glow of the fluorescent light fixtures flicker and blink in the blackness, illuminating massive piles of dirty snow plowed and placed there earlier in the day.

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" the blissful storm "

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the arc of this storm was rain to sleet, to wet ice, to flurries, to snow, to ice, and now back to wet snowy ice.

the winds caused the branches to buckle and sway. the harder flecks of ice rampaged past the shifting barrier of my eyeglasses, and hurtled forward into the cold wet of my exposed eyes.

now i sit at home, safe and indoors, awaiting the radiator to clank and scuttle on, releasing me from this days frigid tidings.

tonight's homework:

teach this storm a lesson and enjoy a small delicious dish of an ice cream or sorbet of your choice.

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" what do you love? "

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if you are afraid to say it, or to lose it, you'll spend your time with us alone and wary.

if you cannot find the words, take a deep breath and have faith that what you'll say will be taken just as well as you gave cause to speak. people are generally welcome to the things you will have the opportunity to say if it comes from the heart.

if you always speak truths about your feelings, intentions, and what you want, odds are you might find yourself more believed, more trusted, and more happy. maybe it's not in the dreaming where we make our marks, but in the implementation.

the mumbled truth is oft misunderstood, but close proximity and whispers can cause even mountains to shift.

tonight's homework:

choose someone, a close friend, or a significant other. tell them one thing that you most definitely love about them, and one thing that you most definitely do not love about them. allow them to do the same to you, and discuss. afterwords, share a dessert of some sort and hold hands for a minute. you'd be surprised what a strange and fulfilling  day it'll turn out to be when you open up a little.

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" there are no seatbelts in star trek "

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ramble ramble. fridays are never wasted.

and how do we find the strength within ourselves to be true, honest, mighty, and confident?

bold strokes with a clarity of vision and purpose.

there's no seat belts on the enterprise. that's why everything is so dramatic in the intergalactic battle scenes.

you can never underestimate the brass section. it's lead you to the heroic acts leading way to the woodwinds.

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