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two souls, entwined

In east on 08/31/2012 at 7:02 pm

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Shakespeare

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∆ Fire (spirit & energy)

In east on 08/31/2012 at 2:03 pm

saw beirut this week in central park with m. i’m still thinking about the sounds we heard. it was truly a sensorial experience. feel it in your veins type stuff. trumpet, accordion magic.

n

FRIDAY YALL

In west on 08/31/2012 at 10:09 am

The fastest way to change yourself is to hang out with people who are already the way you want to be.

from The Start-Up of You

m

The Conclusion?

In west on 08/27/2012 at 1:17 am

The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?
Doesn’t that make life a story?
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

m

modular

In east on 08/22/2012 at 3:43 pm

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humpday

In east on 08/22/2012 at 12:38 am

It’s a waste of time to attempt to win the support of someone who diametrically opposes your position. Work around this individual and seek out your allies elsewhere.

weekly horoscope

n

on: Love With Things All Do

In west on 08/22/2012 at 12:32 am

as tough as work has been the past few weeks, life before and after has been so good. so many good days lately. i’ve never had both n and d in the same city at one time. we’ve been together in various cities over the past years, but never all three living in the same place. something kinda magical about it if you ask me, that whole three peas in a pod sort of goodness.

m

beat up

In west on 08/17/2012 at 9:07 am

 

this is week has felt like this.  training for two days, so much work, and then Deneice finally joined us in NYC.  obviously the best part of my week.  brain feels like exploding.

m

DENEICE

In east on 08/15/2012 at 6:13 pm

TONIGHT WE COME FULL CIRCLE.

mnd

equanimity

In east on 08/15/2012 at 4:09 pm

I’m always super-conscious of how whenever I go out into the world, whenever I get involved in a relationship, my idea of who I think I am utterly collides with the reality of who I actually am. And I continue to go out even though who I am always comes up short. I always prove myself to be less generous, less charming, less considerate, not as bold or energetic or intelligent or courageous as I imagined in my solitude. And I’m always being insulted, or snubbed, or disappointed. And I’m never in my pyjamas.

And yet, in some way, maybe this is better. Each of us in this room could suffer the pangs of withdrawal and gain the serenity of the non-smoker. We could be demigods in our little castles, all alone, but perhaps, at heart, none of us wants that. Maybe the only cure for self-confidence and courage is humility. Maybe we go out in order to fall short . . . because we want to learn how to be good at being people . . . and moreover, because we want to be people

Sheila Heti

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