then again, too few to mention.

My Way Remixed from Iñaki Rodriguez Araluce on Vimeo.

"my useless, uncalloused hands"

title from Cristina García's The Agüero Sisters.

The tension between intellectualizing and acting pervades my skin (until I'm crawling) every time I vere to some dyadic end. Wholeness in living requires some balancing act that is inevitably ungraceful. Maybe liminality (between work and thought) is like vulnerability in relationship; uncomfortable, but necessary and enriching (when you don't fight it).

I've had a perpetual layer of dirt under my fingernails since Saturday.
And I haven't been writing.
I swear, my body's been going through detox.

Tired of its "useless uncalloused hands."

Tired, too, of being by itself.

(The rabbithole is bright and magnetic, but best shared--lest you find yourself lost, and in danger of losing head).

Anyways, I'm off to ride my bicycle.
And Thursday, I'm going back to Good Earth Farm.
Farm-magic reminds me how simultaneously small and big I am,
and when I ride my bicycle, it always feels like I'm flying.
I like that.

Always,

L

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lost and found.

Wallet. ("Lost" at Jackie O's Pub and Brewery May 24, 2011. Found at Jackie O's Pub and Brewery May 24, 2011).
Klean Kanteen (custom ordered with my name on it, just so I wouldn't lose it. Left in Dayton).
a four leaf clover (maybe my best Spring-season for 4 leafers yet; I found 7 this week alone!)
(artwork by yours truly).
Journal. (it was in Marysville. I am a silly rabbit).

I've also found 2 missing earrings this week.

It's like I crawled out of my 60-page-honors-thesis-monster tunnel and have eyes for new (and old) things again.

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New Arcade Fire! Whaaa?
(!!!!)
listen here.

insides

("Shadow Dance" by Martin Lewis).

("Mother and Child" by Gustav Klimt).

For every route, could haves/should haves/might haves in infinity.

It's a dangerous game: the either/or, the re-writing of choices.

There so many pulls inside me.

So many entryways, leading to new entryways.

FINIS.

another favorite from Nelsonville Music Festival.
(I feel like the lead singer of Y La Bamba sounds like a latina Coco Rosie. Bliss).

Y La Bamba — Ponce Pilato from The Sights Of Sounds on Vimeo.

Y La Bamba - Juniper from Smoke Signals on Vimeo.

Y La Bamba - Tragos Amargos from The Sights Of Sounds on Vimeo.