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A holdout from the old days I’m working in downtown D.C. again, and I love wandering the streets of the city and exploring. I came across this building a few months ago, an old holdout almost swallowed up by the new high rise building engulfing it. I wonder what its story is. Was this building so [...]
My leather-covered journal at the start of its life. I’ve always been fascinated by journals and diaries. I wrote often in journals during my childhood and adolescence, but I stopped writing in a physical journal for a long time during my adulthood, preferring the ease of typing my thoughts on a computer with a [...]
remix 20.10.08 by et sans, on Flickr I usually find shopping exhausting, but there’s a special kind of tiredness associated with searching the stores for a dress to wear to a wedding. My criteria: I remember the old metal percolator that my Mom used to make coffee when I was a kid, before the days of the automatic coffee machine. I liked to watch the coffee bounce up into the hollow glass knob on the lid when it was hot and, well, percolating. But tonight I’m remembering a different [...] An empty blog is like a fresh, clean piece of paper. It’s so pristine in its newness that I have a difficult time writing on it. What can I write that won’t detract from its state of unspoiled perfection? There, I’ve messed it up a bit. It will be easier to write now. Get [...] |
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