tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59198001398208701042009-10-12T23:38:19.481-05:00I just want to burn off hot and brightLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-66659464120544024102009-02-12T20:54:00.003-05:002009-02-22T14:56:44.398-05:00

…head on over to my new pad. More candy. Less toothache.(edited to correct link)

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The time has come, it seems, for me to end this chapter of catharsis. I’ve been spending more time feeling bad about neglecting my writing than I have benefiting from it, so I’ve decided to eliminate the seemingly arbitrary pattern between tending toward and tending against pouring it all out here. I’ve been pulled through the portal and I’m in a very different place. Mostly happy — it’s funny

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Big things brewing. I promise.Meanwhile, Calder skates for your enjoyment.

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…it's cold and there's nothing to do…Come On Home - Everything But The Girl(Gives a whole new meaning to waiting for the man with the bag. Seriously.)

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@import url(http://beemp3.com/player/embed.css); Ryan Adams - Desire Found at bee mp3 search engine

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I've been meaning to open a shop on Etsy for a while now. This morning, Karen inspired me to stop procrastinating.It's a work in progress, but I hope you'll visit.lisa's photos

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Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach. The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me.I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old

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I was once told by my therapist that she believed one of the issues keeping me from living happily was the fact that I was constantly worrying about what had gone wrong. What had I done, what had I said, why did this thing or that thing happen…I was mired in self-blame with a constant loop of my past conversations and interactions running amok in my head. Everything was my fault. That was the

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What makes them walk away, after all these years?These years of learning in the hard wayBy the lessons from the tearsI know it's not a gameBut it feels like losing when someoneYou love throws you away.I'm a very sad person today.

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Tess Gallagher:Little Match Box And if there were two moons,who would sleep when onepassed before the otherand took it inon its dark side? Wouldn'tsome extra light ray outaround the sustaining one?Wouldn't you sensethe two in one, even if you'dnever seen them parted?Sometimes a gloryis just that—a guessing-intothe seen, noticingthe fringe of presencewhen it comes, trying to matchits fervency

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I was sitting on a rock at the beach yesterday, trying to quiet my mind so I could ruminate on all the things that have been happening lately…(goodbye to you my trusted friend)…there's been a disturbance in the force somewhat, and I need to make some decisions about where my heart and my head…(we've known each other since we're nine or ten)…are at, where my finances are going…(together we've

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-50602201438622232212008-10-21T07:44:00.001-05:002008-10-21T07:46:23.742-05:00

All sorts of thoughts in my head, but due to NO HEAT IN MY HOUSE all efforts to post are stymied by frozen fingers. Must buy fingerless gloves.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-66644102322687076732008-10-16T10:37:00.000-05:002008-10-16T10:40:42.981-05:00

they do say a picture is worth a thousand words.

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In Denis Johnson’s story Beverly Home there's a description of a man in a wheelchair; his body is wracked with spasms and he spends his days drooling and staring into space. The narrator tells us “No more pretending for him! He was completely and openly a mess. Meanwhile the rest of us go on trying to fool each other."I've been hesitant to write much of anything in this blog for a number of

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I just took an unexpected nap on the couch; it's been a puzzling day and clearly my brain needed a break. While I slept, I dreamed that I wrote this song. And then sang it to the traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge. @import url(http://beemp3.com/player/embed.css); Maria Taylor - Clean Getaway Found at bee mp3 search engineI made my place by the door.I didn't know what I was waiting for.Felt

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Lisa's rules for October:Never get involved with people who are not on speaking terms with their own desires.When feelings have become second nature, they cannot, by any force of logic, be cured.No matter how I focus on the ne plus ultra of precious minutes when someone comes close to me and tells me that I'm beautiful, it has terrible impermanence.It is never very persuasive to argue that you

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I had the great fortune to photograph this wonderful little girl at a party a few weeks ago; she was holding a small cardboard guitar and had no qualms at all about dancing and spinning all by herself in the middle of the grassy area in front of the band. It had begun to rain and all the adults were cowering under tents and shivering; she just smiled harder and created her own little patch of

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I no longer wish to be forty, please.

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I have an iTunes playlist that I haven't been able to name. Most of my playlists are for a specific moments; working out, driving, yoga, watching slideshows with clients. This one, however, I only seem to click on when my feelings are unidentifiable. When I'm neither here nor there, but I'm not quite right. Every so often I'll hear a song that works really well for this sort of soporific state

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I stayed 'til the last of the bottles was emptyand whizzing by my headI stayed 'til there was no more air in the roomand my tears no longer moved youThen it was overand I will never be the sameI finally wised up, but the fact remainsI stayed too long

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-36483662651534307122008-08-22T10:26:00.004-05:002008-08-22T10:53:51.037-05:00

Cliche or not, Brian Wilson is an absolute genius. Turn it up and DIG.

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An afternoon drive.Calder: "Mommy, why do you keep singing that song?"Me: "I don't know, I guess I just like it."Calder: "Well, why do you like it?"Me: "I like the words. They really resonate with me."(silence, as I realize my linguistic gaffe)Calder: "What does resonate mean?"Me: "Well, it means to...um...remind me of something, to kind of, um, stick with me and be meaningful."Calder: "Huh?"Me:

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