and finishing off November as well as it started while welcoming December with open arms.
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Georgia, Georgia
In east on 11/29/2010 at 1:51 pm
Started my first formal painting this semester over break. It got referenced to Georgia O’Keefe, Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns. An honor.
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Thelma/Louise
In east on 11/29/2010 at 10:43 am
You’re a real live outlaw, aren’t ya?
Well I may be an outlaw, darlin’, but you’re the one stealing my heart.
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when life was easy
In west on 11/28/2010 at 7:13 pmwhen i was fourteen, my next door neighbor jamie got her drivers license and one night, she told me we were going to go on an adventure. we lived in the most north part of the valley, and off we went, down the 118, and exited topanga canyon. we took topanga from the point it starts at, all the way through the canyon, towards malibu. i remember the weather was perfect, we had the windows down, and for years, in high school, jamie loved pearl jam and stalked john frusciante in their laurel canyon recording house — anyway, so we had the jeremy single on a cassette, this b-side single from ’92, and yellow ledbetter started to play. so the song starts to play and we’re speeding through the canyon and my hair was long and tangled and eddie was belting these lyrics and jamie was singing her little heart out. we stopped at this little vintage shop and i bought a dress i loved so much but have since misplaced. we must have driven for two hours, just enjoying the freedom our age brought us. it was dark and we headed back from the beach into the valley, and drove down Ventura Boulevard, and it was like seeing Sunset Boulevard for the first time, young and unknowing. we stopped at some cafe to eat, and i remembering thinking, man, this is so great. this is so great. it should always be like this.
michelle
One Art
In east on 11/28/2010 at 8:38 amThe art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. –Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
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Boys are difficult
In east on 11/27/2010 at 6:36 pm
Be who you are and dont be afraid to be aggressive about it, show people. Most boys aren’t interesting or complicated.
The pretty reckless Taylor Momsem
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