lacquered light
glowing
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Fountainhead, page 263
Fountainhead, an introduction
spring-a-ling
in like a lion, out like a lamb. a mix of songs for kicking out those winter blues. a little spring cleaning sing-a-long. especially crafted for dancing in the livingroom with the windows open…
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I have been staring at the cursor for quite a while trying to gather my thoughts. The blinking line on this blank computer page is filled with so much more expectation than if I just had a piece of paper sitting quietly in front of me. It seems to be prodding me into action, and simultaneously lulling me into a hypnotic state. This will probably be the most coherent one of these things that I ever write. Just thought I would warn you now, whoever you are.
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notes from New York City
walked a dozen blocks,
breathing it all in
the old, the new, the beautiful, the crumbling, all linked together by sidewalks and narrow streets like strings tying together.
walked a dozen blocks, lived a dozen different lives
the doorways, the windows, the alleys
worlds like secrets written on a piece of paper,
folded, in my pocket
Year of The Rat: A Chinese New Year menu (complete with soundtrack) and a fresh mission statement to boot
Looks like we have found ourselves once again on the brink of new beginnings…Chinese New Year. New moon, fresh starts. We have successfully passed through winter’s gate, and are now inching our way toward spring. Could there possibly be a better time for a celebration of friends, family, and food?
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Wander | Asheville
the view from Pisgah Peak
Mountains crowded with trees- their leaves rustling on the edges of winding roads that loop back and forth across our map like they were drawn by somebody with a slightly skewed sense of how, exactly, to get from point A to B. Continue reading
Wander | Richmond (part 1)
I had a friend in college that just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live on the east coast. She was from California, and we were busy expanding our minds in New England at the time. I clearly remember her saying: “there are too many old buildings. It creeps me out.” I had never thought about history manifesting in that way before. I guess she kind of had a point, but Continue reading