Friends InsaneJournal for Mad Fans of the Bard.
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| Monday, December 1st, 2008 |
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I first found this print when I was about 14 and beginning my first job, which was at a metaphysical/New Age book & gift shop. Quite a bit of it was psych-related as my employer was a therapist. And years later she became my therapist, which she still is. This is a poem written by psychologist Virginia Satir who was really groundbreaking, especially in the field of family therapy. Funnily enough, I sat down to lunch with some strangers one day at Omega - they were both from a week-long Shamanism retreat that was just ending - and as I got talking to one of them (a really awesome older guy) he casually mentioned that he used to work with Virginia. My jaw dropped, it felt like meeting a celebrity. For 15 years this has always represented my ideals in any kind of relationship, ideals I've never come close to achieving in my life. Just as The Little Prince is required reading for grown-ups who interact with others on any level in this world, this poem is worth burning into your memory. ![]() In case it's unclear, it reads: I want to love you without clutching, |
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| Sunday, November 30th, 2008 |
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Title: Fire This is also a slight au, where Kadaj’s been brought back to life and is living with Cloud, but instead of retelling all of that, I’ll just offer you a snippet of their, um, harder times of their lives, lawl (or not, lawlz). |
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| Saturday, November 29th, 2008 |
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OK, the other day I posted about finishing the word count. Now, I have finished up the story. Total by my word count summary is 54 202 words. Not that right now it matters. I swear, the next time I try this, I'll rack my brain and I'll come up with something crack to write for that many words. It should be possible. I don't even understand why I'm so sad since the muse I did get killed is still sticking around, he's right here and that bit is in the distant future. But I am. |
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| Friday, November 28th, 2008 |
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Title: Lost ( Lost )
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| Thursday, November 27th, 2008 |
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If you can help, please consider donating to this: http://blackperson.livejournal.com/2074 |
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I am not done with the plot, there are about three more installments to be written and posted, and I fully intend to do it. But I wrote 50K words on a single story - in less than a month and that. I... wow. ![]() |
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Sleep, er, nap now. |
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| Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 |
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Title: 20 ( 20 years... )
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Every few years the Goodyear Blimp flies over my house, hovering its fat airy way to God knows where, and allowing me to spend a day saying the word "dirigible" (a personal favourite) until people would rather risk prison for slitting my throat than hear me say it one more time. This summer the famed dirigible went over on a shitty rainy day. I heard its distinctive buzz and ran outside in the pouring rain, in my thin white cotton nightie, and was standing there growing progressively more obscene as I tried to get a decent photo with my crappy phone camera. My proper camera needed new battery. Why the hell it was so important for me to get a photo of the blimp, I don't know. I think I wanted to show it to my sister because it's always a cool event. And again, dirigible dirigible dirigible. ![]() |
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VERY much so. ![]() *giggles more* |
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Huh. That was my morning inspiration for the next of the future-stuff. HOPEFULLY I'll update with the promised nicer stuff later tonight. And possibly reach 50K tomorrow. Wow. |
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... and now I have committed action writing. *winces* Ah well. As good as it goes, I guess. |
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| Tuesday, November 25th, 2008 |
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Long time no do on mun journal, I guess? Your rainbow is shaded blue and green.
What is says about you: You are an intelligent person. You appreciate friends who get along with one another. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality. You share hobbies with friends and like trying to fit into their routines. Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com. |
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| My Crack Of The Day aka the real personality types explained. | ||||||||||
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| Monday, November 24th, 2008 |
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Generally, if I'd written ALL my word count for today for Max, I'd have been at forty-four thousand, but of course I had to have a 3K spur for Dean. *headdesk* That should teach me to take up broken muses. But. I'm done with the sections that were dealing with Max's unclear past. Now for the framework sections, the treat-section (i.e., the one with happy between the past and the future), and, finally, more of his ramblings. You know. I can do it. *peers* Less than 10K left. I didn't know I'd get this close... |
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Didn't go as far as I meant to, but it's still more than nothing... Should catch up tomorrow. >.> Er. Later today. *goes to grab an hour and a half of sleep. |
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| Sunday, November 23rd, 2008 |
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Right. Eventful day, first snow (alas, all gone) and ugh, my sleep schedule over the weekends is impossible. Buuut! ^_^ |
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| Saturday, November 22nd, 2008 |
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Yay word count update. Yay finally getting around emo muse to write. I should be making another update later today, depending on when I get back home from today's activities. ... and when I get into the roll, it's still a pleasure to write this muse. *crosses fingers* 15K more words. Should be possible. |
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| Friday, November 21st, 2008 |
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| SPOILERS behind the cut.( Hey now, all you sinners || Put your lights on, put your lights on. ) | ||||||||||
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| Thursday, November 20th, 2008 |
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* I think I'm PMSing like whoa, plus tired. If in communication or RP I do something stupid? Feel free to smack me over it. I'm a big girl, I can take it * Re-reading Jonathan Livingston Seagull made me recall why I loved it so much in the first place. And I cried. I seem to do way more often than usual, recently. * Music share: ( Heaven ) |
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And now, off to shower and work... |
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| Wednesday, November 19th, 2008 |
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*crashes to sleep* |
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2008 |
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archy and mehitabel and archyology by Don Marquis I'm not entirely sure how to evaluate these books. They're certainly not my usual fare. In fact, I only read them because my high school boyfriend gave me the second one--I just recently managed to find the first. They are poems, or stories or articles constructed like poems, ostensibly written by a cockroach named Archy. Archy writes by flinging himself headfirst onto typewriter keys, so there are no capital letters, though I'm at a loss to explain the lack of punctuation (surely he could at least manage periods?). they chronicle Archy's adventures, as well as those of his friend Mehitabel the cat, and their interactions with other insects, animals, people, and even ghosts. I found them somewhat difficult to follow (probably because they were originally written as newspaper columns, not to be published in a book), and there's certainly no plot, though sometimes there are stories that go on over several installments. However, the characters are amusing and sometimes wise. It's also interesting to see a cockroach's view on Prohibition--the columns were originally written in the 1910s and '20s. |
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