Archive > July 2004

It’s been a week since my last confession.

Being that it’s only Tuesday, it seems a strange thing to say that I wish this week were over, but what a lousy few days it’s been! Family is still a foreign concept to me in many ways, but I am getting to understand the dynamic more and more, though not always due to my [...]

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Pulse.

The issue covering suicide came out today. You can read the interview/research article online here. The person account (pseudonym) is here.

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On the way home.

Today started out innocently enough. I had an entire day to work on my story, and after exercising this morning, I sat down to leisurely answer some email.

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Dreams.

I had a nightmare last night that began with my sitting on the right-hand side of a couch, reading a book of Irish poetry. Out of nowhere, from my left came the voice of a small child singing one of the poems. I looked to my left, and an older man was sitting next to [...]

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And now for something completely different.

Instead of getting up this morning and going through my normal routine, I got out of bed, pulled on some loose clothes, put on my Reeboks, tucked my bedhair underneath a hat and went walking. Yes, that’s right — I. Went. Walking. More than that, towards the end, I ran. Yup. Ran. I hate running, [...]

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Education and the female condition.

I’m watching the French version of Madame Bovary right now. I always understood Emma’s motivations and felt a kinship to her, but the deeper I look at it, in her first incarnation she was so capable of incredible cruelty that she didn’t care who she hurt. Then after she tried to make things better with [...]

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Another reason why the government sucks.

No, this is not going to be a rant against Bush. This time it isn’t his fault. Or at least it can’t be construed as his fault — while he hasn’t changed it, neither was he the one who first signed off on it. What is “it,” you ask? The story goes something like this…

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