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Converting From Friends Only

Switching out of Friends Only [most of the time.] It's not needed anymore since... well, times have changed! Doesn't mean that Friends status isn't important to me, it is, it always will be :) You can talk to me by messaging me through my LJ mailbox to become a Friend, if you're not, already [it's at the top of of my Profile page]. But to get access to my J, well, almost always not necessary because you'll have it now.

I am a total LJ newbie as of August 2007 [thanks to Kiota.] It's Feb 12, 2008, this day, and I'm not quite so wet behind the ears now. Hopefully.

you could get lost in here

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Kiota showed me a jet-black jacket she'd bought online, each sleeve was sewn with a long zippered pocket on the forearm, lined with crimson, built to carry a concealed hunting knife into these woods at night. Anywhere in the whole thousand acres of them, including right outside her dorm front door. She also worked on a sheath to fit around her calf on the inside near the top of her boot, she could draw it faster from there, if she needed to.

For self-protection against attackers from outside.

Against attackers from inside, a different story, no physical knife would do. As became apparent.

As already was apparent, during the week we spent together.

Our pic is when the afternoon sun was going down behind the libe North side entrances, on campus, a couple days ago... plenty of reflections and sparkle against the dark.

As Bob Dylan wrote:

"I got lost on the river
but I didn't drown;
I got lost on the river
but I didn't go down;
I got lost on the river,
but I got found."

I've just come back here physically now, but it really feels as though I never left before that last April weekend.

Neither did she...

Get lost, get found on the river? I don't think so. There's no river here.

Is there?

crossposting: http://kiota.livejournal.com/54906.html

a pair of happy birthdays

We're sending wishes along to scien and cruciatus-x for happy days tomorrow!

And since it is ten past ten in the evening of Saturday night here at Evergreen, we'll soon be traveling past midnight into Sunday once more. Kiota's time of rebirth.

That's Ki's photo of Shelly from May 2007 near Northern Idaho Community College, the icon up there... Shelly being one of her nude models.

Blessings Be.

Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful

New home as of Monday 24 July. With a lease, yay.

Erin was the former tenant and she left this translucent poster on my front door window, with the inscription I've used to title this entry.

After ten months, a stable home in Olympia appears. No more shelters, quick rooms here and there, all that jazz...

More details at this cross referenced post, once you go there be sure to read my comment.

Blessings Be.

http://kiota.livejournal.com/54484.html

i'm so hungry (but it's not dark!)

From Sleater-Kinney:

"My whole life is like a picture of a sunny day.
My baby loves me:
I'm so angry
Anger makes mee a Modern Girl:
Took my money
I CAN'T BUY NOTHIN!
I'm sick of this Brave New World..."

crossposting: http://kiota.livejournal.com/54223.html

flowers abound

Sunday, start of 481st week. 481 weeks is more than nine years old, old enough for Fourth Grade (maybe Fifth!)

http://kiota.livejournal.com/53580.html
crossposting from Kiota's memorial LJ:

http://www.kiota.livejournal.com/53374.html


Doesn't make a difference: 2008, 2016, and right now, tonight in America as you read this.

sunwalks

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Some mornings are like that.

Nope, so far only ONE morning is like that. This one, Thursday 18 May. Clouds predicted all day, heh. Not clouds like these, which are splintering the horizon sunshine as far as the evergreens run. Which is pretty far.

Crosspost to Ki: http://kiota.livejournal.com/52357.html

The icon is her photo, the other end of one day, across Hayden Lake, Idaho. She created it ten years ago and hands it to you right this minute as you read.

That tree lives here too. Along with all of these.

And all of us. Artists in our own rights. In our own definitions.

Time is NOT invited.

flowerChildren

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A phrase from the sixties: "flower children" back then were hippies of all sexes who wore flowers in their hair, up and down, here and there, in public.

The two are the last survivors of a gathering of eight, given to me at the Volunteer Recognition Day for my teaching. There's plenty of rain but very little sunlight up here; and, actually, they crave replanting in a yard, which I do not have.

So, the memorial for Ki is here in photos. Which will outlast their fading away. For as long as people pass along by the journal to look at them.

Outlast the fading. As do all of her photo essays.

Appropriate.

what am I leaving?

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest




Linkin Park, 2007 album, "Minutes to Midnight", song is "Leave Out All The Rest." YouTube has an awesome video of the song, go google them.

Is it really minutes to midnight by your clock? By mine?
You never know, do you.

In my case, my new Android-6 smartphone is screwing me, it refuses to tell me the time anyway, its camera just keeps taking pictures of my finger trying to turn the damned thing off (and failing.)

But sometimes you don't need any kind of clock to tell if it's 11:58PM.
Your body already knows.

Crossposting to Ki:
http://kiota.livejournal.com/51741.html

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