analog blogging 2

Stories are simple. You just start at some point, place, action, character and start walking. Let your brain find the path open the world. Start somewhere.

The bird walked toward me as if I had something to tell it. I had the secret it wanted, needed. What it had been searching for all this time. It paused and looked again at me. Once the secret was known, what would it do? There was nothing else beyond that moment. A fulfilled purpose...is that what it really wanted? A clockwork ship ticked by, rolling its gears in the Meditterranean [sic]. Droplets of sea moisened the bird's feathers. I cleaned my glasses, though considering the scratched lenses, that was a useless exercise. The bird shook and preened a quick wing. Looked out across the mar and flew away. I knew no screts anyway.

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A rain of oranges left us with leads to a rot of rinds.

jet lag

jet lag
lagging behind
now
caught up

I'm 4 espresso shots in and still about to fall asleep.

analog blogging, day one

I'm putting this out with all its blemishes.


What it says:

LEFT PAGE
The Slent Movie Treatment
watch the movie in silence and retell the story (ed. this is an upcoming blog feature!)

The crowd going to Barcelona was decidedly younger than the one heading to Germany.

The pilot is retiring & his family is on this flight. My seatmate (rowmate) is comforted by this, feel [sic] safer. I don't know. If there is a god/are gods t/s/he/m are the source of all irony, so I think it could go either way. So far, so good. Knock wood (does paper count?)

RIGHT PAGE
Train mistakes were made. Limited Spanish but kind ppl. Think I'm okay now, but probably should wait until I actually get to the hostel. I need coffee. ¡Necesito café!

Mountains & produce and
electric wire
Miró on aeroport walls

Practicing
Spanish
in
my
head.

Something about me or my face makes people ask me questions... well, for directions. I landed at 0830, it's 1030 now, and already 2 sets of people have come
inquiring.

still on holiday

i've been away on holiday
i'll write again another day

I kept a journal(ish) while I was away. Likely I will be reproducing that work here, because I've flown back to the States just in time for finals!

soon

winding down shouldn't feel like winding up
release
3000 checks to make
cross the list
double back
reread finish it up
to sleep through the sky and raise the curtains
another day another place another sun

Just a few more days before vacation.

soon

a flight away from resting
healing these overworn shoes
in walking touring viewing
leaving things behind

I can't wait for vacation.

independence

a day without working
the to-dos piled up
but i just want to
sit in the sun
and read read read
until my book is done


Have a happy t4h!

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I've started another blog with a few friends.

Girls Gone Wilde: where girls expose their wits
http://girlsgonewilde.blogspot.com

Check it out if you are interested, and Happy Mardi Gras, the tittiest day of the year!

oh yeah. valentine's day.

In case you can't read/see the picture:

St. Valentine's culminates
in writing poetry on
bar napkins
about
writing poetry on
bar napkins.

I feel like this needs little explanation, but a shout out to The Lunatic Fringe and their incredibly fun show. I was waiting for the house to open when I wrote this. If you ever get to see them, Brooke Hoover and Deb MacLean* are my favourites.

*It's possible I've spelled her name incorrectly.