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Getting it together

In east on 11/06/2011 at 6:11 pm

Lots of people have big dreams. But only a few will take them beyond the daydream stage. Execution is what makes a vision a reality.

As I noted in a recent speech, composer Stephen Sondheim captured this reality in a song that asserts: “Having just a vision’s no solution. Everything depends on execution. Putting it together, that’s what counts.”

Wherever you are in your life, I hope that you will seek, find and actively pursue a clear vision of your professional and personal future.

Lester Lefton, President of Kent State University

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on saying DontGo and ILoveYou and SeeYouSoon

In west on 11/06/2011 at 2:17 am

just bid adieu to my girl Elise. tomorrow, she goes home to Florence. no matter how many times we do it, i just can’t ever get used to seeing her go. life is so good when she’s here.

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on Saying No Thank You

In west on 11/03/2011 at 6:00 pm

“you should be stressing about your winter wardrobe, not this offer” and

“you’ve had this bug to try NY, go see how it fits”

-alex, julia, melissa, & mentor ben lee

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new beginnings

In east on 11/02/2011 at 8:08 pm

I remember when New York began for me, several years ago. I had moved out to stay with a friend for a few weeks before beginning my job working for an NGO at the United Nations. The size of everything was astounding, and so were the prices. I remember getting lost trying to find my way to the headquarters of the organization where I would work, and calling them trying to explain why I was late, but being too embarrassed to say and making something up. I had confused west for east, and thus Riverside Park for Central Park, and the Hudson River for the Jackie O Reservoir. I realized my mistake and took a bus across the park, arriving at the office an hour late. I was briefed by my future boss, after which I hurried to the nearest Duane Reade and bought a pack of cigarettes, my first in years, and smoked three to calm down. It seemed like a city where nothing less than perfection would be tolerated. Was anyone ever so young?

Casey Downing

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à la cormac mccarthy

In west on 11/01/2011 at 5:41 pm
If you break little promises, you’ll break big ones

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he’d not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow

If only my heart were stone

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NOVEMBER

In west on 11/01/2011 at 1:01 am

By the end of the week she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped and the air began about the exact point in space and time that was the difference between Maria and other.

joan didion

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