me, zombie

so i went running. this morning. voluntarily. after breakfast.

afterward, i asked myself, "who are you, and what you done with my brain?"

happy accident

totally didn't mean to do this, but it happened.

meditations on the female body

the link below takes you to one of four deviations i posted tonight. three originate from a meditation on the most obvious of female identifiers & my personal experience with breast cancer biopsies. yeah, plural. & they sucked. the fourth comes of my anger, hurt, & frustration resulting from the horrifying ignorance about the human body, as proclaimed from the GOP mountaintops in the past two-ish weeks. & really, no pun intended.

dead, maybe.

when you first go to the page, it has a filter warning. you can still click & see the image. on 

the gallery & print pages, even though you see a [-] instead of an image, the file is still there.

me, running fail

my hamstrings are bitches.

me, cresting

every runner has her reasons why she does it. that *thing*, that exhilarating quality that calls to her soul and tells it to put its shoes on because it's time to head out the door.

my wake-up? it comes from the hills.

me, trying to run

college. oh, college.

me, running

today, for the first time in a long time, i went running. no big deal, a lot of people who decide to dig their five year old Nikes out of the closet could say the same. except for me, it's different.

bad ideas

good idea: kick back with a friend & a cold one in the comfort & confines of your humble abode.

bad idea: raucously kick back with a raucous friend & a cold twenty-four in the public stairwell such that residents one floor up can smell the shitty beer from their doorsteps, & drunk ogle/leer at/make supremely uncomfortable in her own building a female resident who is trying to walk by, mind her own business, & take her dog outside. 

*don't piss me off, assholes. i don't lose.

unexpected walk

seduced by the view from the Manhattan Waterfront Greenway, i walked from the meatpacking district to One WTC. i wonder if that was a mistake.

"We yearn to be like gods."

'Such moments reveal what Christian writer C.S. Lewis called “our inconsolable secret,” our universal longing to bridge a gulf between our ordinary lives and this extraordinary life set before us.'

"My Take: With the Olympics, we yearn to be like gods." -- by Joseph Loconte

overdue confessions

1. my life could take an odd turn on monday.
2. i'm scared shitless.

in three days time, i will be meeting with someone who could show me how to open a lot of doors in the writing & art worlds. the light bursting through the passages is blinding, & i'm not sure if i have what it takes to step forward on my own.

given my unexpected success in the Otakon Art Show, my confidence should be high. should. that i was able to generate five decent pieces start-to-finish in exactly thirty days should be evidence enough that i have the drive. that each image was well received should tell me that i have a degree of talent. that i had nothing to take home at the con's close should indicate that i can do this. should, should, should, should...

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