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The Sound the World Makes: April 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Saturday, April 30, 2005. Posted by Autumn at 7:41 AM. Friday, April 29, 2005. Posted by Autumn at 5:29 AM. Posted by Autumn at 5:26 AM. Thursday, April 28, 2005. Posted by Autumn at 8:11 AM. Wednesday, April 27, 2005. Hunh Why on earth would the rods stick out so much further than the base of the tent. OK. Well, I gue...The o...
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The Sound the World Makes: September 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Saturday, September 24, 2005. I thought, I might have gone home and missed this. I might have missed this day. And who knows when I'll have another one like it. Posted by Autumn at 8:58 PM. Friday, September 23, 2005. The dilemma posed by Halloween pencils. A problem only a neurotic could have. This shouldn't be a problem.
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The Sound the World Makes: August 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. The vastness of the devestation of New Orleans is just beginning to resonate in me. One minute I think, "It can't be as bad as the news makes it out to be. Those photos can't be real. It must be a hoax. Everything is fine." And then I think, "Where are my friends? Posted by Autumn at 8:30 PM. I obse...
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The Sound the World Makes: December 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Sunday, December 25, 2005. Granny seems exactly the same, despite several heart attacks. She still shouts and harps and teases and laughs loudly. It was a wonderful experience. He just kind of laughed, and we fell into normal grown-up conversation about work and that sort of thing. Posted by Autumn at 10:52 AM. I'm feeling twi...
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The Sound the World Makes: October 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Friday, October 28, 2005. I can see much more. Mars is low and spinning and casting off light like a single buzzing bulb on an old-fashioned sign that otherwise burned itself out long ago. Posted by Autumn at 5:33 PM. Friday, October 21, 2005. I smiled at the white-haired doctor today. Dr. Smith. I had on sparkly g...Oh," I la...
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The Sound the World Makes: June 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Thursday, June 30, 2005. The aging of a kiss. I was thinking today about the way that teenagers kiss in high school hallways. The boy leans back into the locker and the girl sort of lies on him standing up, and they'll do that until some bald teacher in a bow tie comes along and pries them apart with an ascerbic comment. He wa...
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The Sound the World Makes: January 2006
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Tuesday, January 31, 2006. The cardigan-clad sons of the t.v. people have gone back to college, and the singing snowmen have been packed up into empty liquor boxes and stuffed in dark attic corners. Hallelujah! Holiday cheer is out, and aching backs and sinusitis are in again! Posted by Autumn at 5:36 PM. On Writing a Bad Novel.
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The Sound the World Makes: November 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Wednesday, November 23, 2005. Where does time go? In the long run, it doesn't matter. I feel like a pompous ass apologizing for not writing. I'm not Ann Landers. But there were several moments over the past month that I wanted to write. Posted by Autumn at 1:54 PM. On Writing a Bad Novel. I might as well.
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The Sound the World Makes: July 2005
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The Sound the World Makes. And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco. Sunday, July 31, 2005. Irredeemably bad sci-fi programs a la SG-1, Andromeda, and Mutant X. Cotton candy for the mind, I know, but a lavish fold-out cot of guilty pleasure on a Saturday afternoon nonetheless. I'm an innocent when it comes to romance. A cold beer on a sunny deck overlooking St. Charles Avenue before noon. I say...
