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Ramblings of a quarter life crisis. Monday, June 23, 2014. Some of the highlights have been digging for quartz crystals in South Carolina, especially because there was only an outhouse and no running water. Embracing the true camping experience with our orange clay coat over our entire bodies and not showering for what felt like an eternity as we made our way to the capital D. We have kept a map of all the places we have gone and our journey looks quite epic, the crazy thing is we are not done yet.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Tuesday, March 20, 2012. Work is good and I am doing good work and being encouraged. Work is scary and sometimes I feel out of my depth. I am excited about my PhD and I think I am actually going to do this. I love my clothes and I want a pair of jeans. The house is always tidy and my lunch gets made. My bed is not made. Yet another week in iPhone pics. Monday, March 12, 2012.
Sunami, earthquakes and destruction. Monday, March 26, 2012. It is so easy! I have just done the test on line and got 9 out of 9. The red car always gives way. Saturday, February 25, 2012. So we live in a shaky city with risks at every turn. It is called the footprint, the place previously occupied by that building.
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Trees and Their Associates. Tuesday, April 19, 2011. Today I watched a digger eat a church I knew and loved. When the last familiar piece was shattered, gone and dead. Even the digger hung its head. Thursday, March 31, 2011. Shag Rock is gone. And I will never look on it again. Set against a burning sky. Tide playing, restless, at its feet. Last time I looked on you. You did not say goodbye. Nor turn your face away. Nor give me any sign at all. I was the one who looked away, too soon. She is picking up t.CONTENT
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Jueves, 17 de abril de 2014. Algo va a suceder en este pueblo. Imagínese usted un pueblo muy pequeño donde hay una señora vieja que tiene dos hijos, uno de 17 y una hija de 14. Está sirviéndoles el desayuno y tiene una expresión de preocupación. 191;Y por qué es un tonto? Hombre, porque no pudo hac.
Ett smakprov på bilderna på gymnasten Hanna! Har inte ändrat så mycket i bilderna, bara lite ljus och bakgrunden på bild nr3. Fler bilder kommer att komma upp men tänkte bjuda på ett smakprov iallafall. Även denna bild är från min förra blogg och har inte hittat originalbilden därav loggan. När jag letade i arkivet på min gamla sida så hittade jag dessa från Power Big Meet 2009.
El retorno a la simple bestialidad. Sepan disculpar, esto es lo que hay. Domingo, 7 de junio de 2009. The Bad Plus and Wendy Lewis. Sábado, 24 de enero de 2009. Siempre seré el que esperó que le abriesen la puerta ante una pared sin puerta. Jueves, 21 de agosto de 2008. Buenos Aires sueña con raves eternas en donde los cuerpos se transforman en meros contenedores de movimiento. El súmmum de toda máquina, sólo. Y una red de trenes que se .
Martes, 19 de julio de 2011. Nací hace 26 años en Buenos Aires. -El vermú de la gente bien, relatos, 2009. -Distancia que nadie ocupará, poesía 2011. -Acordes menores para Marion Cotillard, novela, 2011. Imágenes de plantillas de luoman. Con la tecnología de Blogger.
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