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May. 21st, 2007

good-bye, livejournal

after much consideration, i've moved my blog-thing to wordpress. i'm still linked to all my lj pals, but i just like the things wordpress can do better than the things livejournal can do. i plan on keeping the other site much more regularly updated than i've kept this one, so please visit when you can!

how to disappear completely, part II

May. 16th, 2007

my recurring dream

I’m getting ready for a soccer game: shin guards, socks over shin guards, cleats, tape on socks—just like I used to do. But in my dreams, I am never ready when the ref blows the whistle for kick-off. Sometimes, I’m on the sidelines, the coach looking at me exasperated. Last night, I was right in the middle of the field with my high school team in their starting position, and I (a striker) was sitting just inside the kick-off circle still with two pairs of socks to put on—one black and one white, and I think the black was supposed to go over the white one. And my cleats. I’m struggling, but oddly unpanicked. Ashley Collums, a former teammate, looks down at me and says something like, “What the hell are you doing?” Goals are scored. I see three kick-offs while I’m on the ground getting ready. I’m searching for my other white sock, and one is nearby but it’s not the right one. The ball comes near me, and I kick it from the ground to a teammate. The ref calls a dangerous play, and I argue with him, saying no one was near me, so it couldn’t be a dangerous play. But he is unmoved. So I call him a “fucking idiot” to his face, and he cards me. I receive a yellow card while on the ground with only half my gear on.

Last night’s dream is unusual, though, because I finally get dressed (though I’ve put on my socks wrong with one black and one white) and start playing. The moment that happens, we’re on a breakaway and I score. Then the alarm goes off.

Always, it’s gametime and I’m not dressed. What’s that mean?

May. 9th, 2007

it's been a long while

if you don't want to read a sara survey,

two truths and a lie

(inspired from yesterday's staff retreat at which i double-dutched and wrote an infomercial for an egg.)

1. i once camped out on a tiny, uninhabited island 40 miles off the coast of belize where i ate lobster and conch caught before my eyes under the surface of the carribean.

2. a few years ago i was invited to try out for the Connecticut Sun, when the WNBA first came to the state and was conducting open try-outs. while i was quick enough and i was on fire from the outside, i was ultimately deemed too short.

3. i grew up in the great state of wyoming.

May. 2nd, 2007

right me up

It's sunny outside, and suddenly i'm a Sox fan. How'd that happen? I'm from Wyoming.

I think it's living on baseball's Mason-Dixie line--gotta take a side or be hated by all. And what's there to like about the Yankees? (Have you ever noticed that every car that cuts you off or doesn't use his turn signal has a Yankees sticker on its back window? Coincidence?) I know 87 year-old women who will miss their great-grandchild's christening if there's a Sox game on. Do you know what it feels like to hear a tiny, white-haired grandma say "Big Papi"?

I get home and NESN calls. The remote walks the tv to channel 28. I don't even actually watch it--I just glance up when I hear cheers. (Though i will admit that the extra innings had my attention last night. Way to blow it, Papelbon.)

I don't even like baseball. But i like Jason Varitek. And there's a game on just about everyday, like mom welcoming you home after school. (My mom actually worked until the early evening while i was growing up, but that's not really the point.) Their logos are straight out of the Depression era--no sharp lines or angry amine mascots, just a simple capital B straight off the typewriter ball. The whole set-up is just so...comforting.

Manny we gonna get that A.M. dial just right
I'll hold that hanger up as long as the Sox put up a fight

And a State Radio fan? What's happening to me?

May. 1st, 2007

Bright Eyes has all the answers

(meaning all answers are song titles from Bright Eyes.)

1). Name one word to describe your mood: 
Puddle Stomper

2). What is your new favorite thing to do? 
A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not

3). Do you plan on voting in the next presidential election? 
The Movement of a Hand

4).  Last time you were drunk? 
The Calendar Hung Itself

5).  What did you do last night? 
The awful sweetness of escaping sweat

6).  Blue or black pens? 
True Blue

7).  Do you have a crush on anyone other than the obvious? 
No Lies, Just Love

8).  What is your biggest dream right now? 
The Joy in Forgetting/ The Joy in Acceptance

9).  Who are you talking to now? 

10).  Last time you laughed so hard you peed?       
Let's Not Shit Ourselves

11).  Last person you kissed? 
Road to Joy

12).  What is your moms name? 
I watched you taking off

13).  What do you do for a living?      
An Attempt to Tip the Scales

14)  What are you doing at this very minute? 
A Song to Pass the Time

15).  Tell us your biggest secret?
All of the Truth

Apr. 26th, 2007

panic at the sara blog

for those of you who actually look at my blog (not through your friends page, thus through the glass of your styles), please don't worry. this design earthquake will eventually pass.

let's just say i played with CSS, and i got burned.

Apr. 25th, 2007

notes from a homeless person

“I was never alone, because I was breathing.”

Apr. 20th, 2007

reason no. 113 i love living back east

you know you live in a pretty cool state when its clergy backs everyone's right to marry.

Apr. 17th, 2007

Today from the Tao Box

Wu Wei

The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.

Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.

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