tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59198001398208701042011-11-27T18:30:37.895-05:00I just want to burn off hot and brightLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag: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)

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-69932119346779574362009-01-25T16:01:00.001-05:002009-01-25T16:03:50.833-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-66479970584207944942009-01-07T21:15:00.001-05:002009-01-07T21:17:19.699-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-16931238922402553132008-12-29T17:24:00.002-05:002008-12-29T17:30:07.829-05:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-21307650026001063752008-12-25T14:38:00.005-05:002008-12-25T15:00:50.137-05:00

…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.)

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-55202986964237910952008-12-13T16:10:00.001-05:002008-12-13T16:11:00.060-05:00

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

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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-14666816884011214352008-12-10T11:29:00.004-05:002008-12-10T11:39:13.128-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-51144000369455442542008-12-08T14:57:00.002-05:002008-12-08T14:59:49.996-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-91811459494014543512008-12-07T16:13:00.002-05:002008-12-07T16:52:20.732-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-64826534471569064172008-12-06T22:14:00.000-05:002008-12-06T22:15:31.108-05:00

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.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-53732139966716455142008-11-25T20:10:00.002-05:002008-11-25T20:21:47.530-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-17606686957365634392008-10-29T08:15:00.006-05:002008-10-29T09:43:00.227-05:00

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.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-14273292871777445312008-10-14T13:50:00.001-05:002008-10-14T14:21:42.357-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-58548872916926390612008-10-09T13:05:00.002-05:002008-10-09T13:10:20.387-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-68626648196397128992008-10-01T16:48:00.003-05:002008-10-01T17:10:58.886-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-55887019508281000532008-09-18T13:30:00.003-05:002008-09-18T13:46:01.509-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-8244946614297613462008-09-13T12:42:00.002-05:002008-09-13T12:43:40.390-05:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-82222124342216793902008-09-01T21:51:00.000-05:002008-09-01T21:53:05.741-05:00

I no longer wish to be forty, please.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-72971820161982071642008-08-30T13:12:00.003-05:002008-08-30T22:24:53.507-05:00

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

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-83064588407164347282008-08-29T20:32:00.004-05:002008-09-01T18:24:17.773-05:00

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.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-64037854187422455582008-08-13T20:35:00.005-05:002008-08-13T20:54:19.019-05:00

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:

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-7829632566461143622008-08-11T21:46:00.000-05:002008-08-11T21:47:47.823-05:00

I've made all the paymentsIt's time to go home.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-70173175103433630572008-08-11T20:12:00.003-05:002008-08-11T21:46:05.886-05:00

Sometimes I just want to punch them in the nose.But thanks to happy people like you, I get over it.*perhaps you (and you know who you are) should get over it too. MOVE ON.(once again, my apologies for taking my personal business out here on this, MY website, but some folks is just too stoopid to get the hint.)

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-47814688715985076072008-08-10T15:17:00.006-05:002008-08-13T16:37:05.994-05:00

Disclaimer: The photographer had nothing to do with the actual demise of these creatures. The Dinghy Captain is the lobster killer.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-41252654029550351072008-08-07T18:29:00.003-05:002008-08-07T18:35:15.745-05:00

Doesn't it just make you want to go out and buy Superior Preference Blonde Blonde Blonde?(because we're worth it)Opinions? Does this make you want to call me and give me money?

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-83059755697442469852008-08-06T23:10:00.003-05:002008-08-06T23:27:56.628-05:00

I can't sleep. Calder has been coughing, tossing and turning with fever. He'll be fine, I'm sure, in the morning, but for now the two of us are needing sleep and comfort.Or so I thought.The Girl in the WindowWe don't even know what need is.I can't even begin to comprehend, let alone comment, on the first part of this. But I say to Diane, Bernie, and William that your strength and commitment is

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-89925902403719713282008-07-28T13:21:00.003-05:002008-12-11T12:01:26.067-05:00

I am so very grateful for this. For that. For him. Them. Us.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-38955525021829915272008-07-24T16:21:00.002-05:002008-07-24T16:25:10.289-05:00

The most wonderful moment of my week was when I opened James Frey's new novel Bright Shiny Morning and saw the dedication page.Nothing in this book should be considered accurate or reliable.A million little fuck-yous. Brilliant.(The book is fantastic, by the way. Go, read.)

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-74928981099589700692008-07-22T10:33:00.004-05:002008-07-22T10:46:47.607-05:00

“You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation…and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.” — Herman HesseLove your suffering. I’ve heard this over and over during the past few years. In yoga class. At meditation retreats. At a crazy

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-92073995049417061342008-07-19T11:16:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:26.264-05:00

Amazing how it comes around. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-88626667357742621952008-07-16T23:31:00.000-05:002008-12-11T12:01:26.934-05:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-53599132734434531422008-07-14T18:38:00.003-05:002008-12-11T12:01:27.352-05:00

My apologies for the lack of content here lately — it's not that I don't have much to say(I do! I do!)but I am under a bit of a self-imposed gag-order until the air clears. I'm sure you (yay!)understand.(you do, if you think you do.)Meanwhile, enjoy some cute people.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-84759584364452134992008-07-11T10:02:00.001-05:002008-12-11T12:01:27.548-05:00

And a big bottle of Tylenol in the morning.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-11601047586871996272008-07-08T21:30:00.003-05:002008-07-08T21:34:24.688-05:00

Internetserviceinterrupted.Sticking head inoven.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-46222855358997290192008-07-03T11:44:00.000-05:002008-07-03T11:45:24.831-05:00

Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA And you’re still here,Right beside me,Though you’ve said time and again,To let it breathe.And you want this,To be over,But you won’t release the past,Until you’re gone.We now know,It’s alright.We now know.So you move on,Here’s your new life,Just like the old one,It’s not quite right.So you wrote this,By your bedside,And quietly

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-63181696096021403372008-07-03T09:19:00.000-05:002008-12-11T12:01:27.841-05:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-55059524765171408452008-06-30T19:33:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:28.920-05:00

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-53249385147808595842008-06-29T16:39:00.003-05:002008-12-11T12:01:29.415-05:00

Meet Noah:He's doing some modeling for me.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-52355137360133916042008-06-27T21:22:00.001-05:002008-06-27T21:24:13.530-05:00

in faith. in karma. in love. in hanging in there. in myself.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-62930879556065175362008-06-23T18:12:00.004-05:002008-12-11T12:01:29.625-05:00

I'm spending the evening with my Divorce [dis]Agreement. That's a whole lot of dead trees just so that we can confirm that we don't like each other very much.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-11480805007327028882008-06-23T10:58:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:29.763-05:00

The wheel is turning.I'm checking lots of things off the Great List.And my God does it feel good.Photo courtesy of simpsonradio

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-62433360928420408912008-06-18T19:36:00.005-05:002008-06-19T21:03:20.595-05:00

Calder had orientation for his kindergarten today. While the rest of his buddies undoubtedly couldn’t wait to bounce off the big-kid walls and slide down the big-kid slide, ol’ lightning rod here woke up chattering about how important it was for him to show me that the school bus — which he had taken a “practice” ride on during the last days of pre-school — didn’t have any seatbelts. “Mom, can

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-26379046742939671412008-06-17T19:55:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:29.964-05:00

Calder is keeping a stern eye on his socks.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-63613778831327205702008-06-14T09:25:00.003-05:002008-06-14T09:33:45.173-05:00

again.Another continuation. Interestingly, the judge on this case seems to be as disgusted with our inability to come to an agreement as we are. Unless we submit to an evidentiary hearing (basically a mini-trial where Matt and I both have to call witnesses), he refuses to make a decision for us.I can't say I blame him. This whole scenario is pretty absurd.The good news? I got some VERY positive

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-15547942086027048992008-06-11T19:36:00.003-05:002008-06-11T19:48:57.455-05:00

My final court date is tomorrow. Without going into the whole big story, more than likely Matt and I will be officially divorced by the end of the day. Applaud if you'd like.Also, and far more relevant -- tomorrow is the day when the judge will determine who gets custody of Calder. Matt and I have been unsuccessful in our attempts to come to some sort of agreement. I hate that we have to put it

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-29721436501153961672008-06-10T22:04:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:30.702-05:00

how you react is yours.I just adore this person.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-52221988702408938022008-06-09T21:49:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:30.879-05:00

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” — HDTDear Papa in Heaven,We miss you very much. We are drawing you a picture for your cloud wall.Much love,Calder and Lisa

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-67148396202287504682008-06-09T21:37:00.003-05:002008-12-11T12:01:31.273-05:00

they're sticking to everything.unbelievably hot. I feel I'm writing from the surface of the sun.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-38572465318782194792008-06-05T21:41:00.002-05:002008-12-11T12:01:31.501-05:00

Between unpacking, my obsession with online Scrabble, and repeat trips to THANK GOD FOR IKEA, there's very little time for anything else. I've got a few in the pipeline, though, so stay tuned. Things are good. Really.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-21059085629127487852008-06-03T13:52:00.001-05:002008-12-11T12:01:31.673-05:00

This is the view from my kitchen window.Lens flare optional.

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-91021839582057179352008-06-02T21:12:00.002-05:002008-06-02T21:14:55.215-05:00

Would it be inappropriate to mention that there is a TOTALLY hot guy in my (court-required) "Parents Apart" class?

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-48515199343317195582008-05-29T19:46:00.002-05:002008-05-29T19:49:42.636-05:00

I will be without the Internets for almost 24 hours. Please assure me they won't go away?Tomorrow is my last day in this house. Onward, upward. Be back soon =)

Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797420534168841098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919800139820870104.post-45411357492691125412008-05-23T18:27:00.001-05:002008-12-11T12:01:31.844-05:00

…So you crash, and you burnSometimes the road will twist and turnSome of this, less of that…

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"But you know that sooner or later, you're going to be screaming at each other about who is going to get this dish. This $8 dish is going to cost $1,000 in phone calls to the legal firm of That's Yours and This Is Mine. Please, do me a favor for your own good. Put your names in your books right now, before they get mixed up and you don't know whose is whose. Because someday, believe it or not,

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My very favorite photo from the week. Seriously, how do these kids get so beautiful? AND WHERE CAN I GET SOME OF IT???

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work getting in the way of blogging. dammit.

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And these dreams, see, they're telling me to never stop trying. @import url(http://beemp3.com/player/embed.css); Marketa Irglova and Glen Hansard - If You Want Me Found at bee mp3 search engine

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Day 98: Adho Mukha Vrksasana Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. Well.A better way to look at things, perhaps.

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I'm live.lisa gilbert photographycomments, suggestions, purchase orders cheerfully accepted.

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Day 95: You took away my ability to believe Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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Sunni, Stacy, Lisa, Calder Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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My packing deadline, — which was looming large — has, through an absurd chain of events, been extended to the end of May. Our original buyer, the one who wanted an implausibly quick closing, dropped out after signing the P&S. Evidently there’s not as much money in the world as we all thought. So, the house went back on the market and I did a little jig of joy that I wasn’t going to be out on the

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Meanwhile, enjoy some spring.

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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go offI wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived onI wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung onThe christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on topI wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the groundsFor 50 million hands upraised and open toward the skyI wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for meI wish I was as fortunate, as

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I've been in love with this song for a while now; these days it seems especially apt. I'm missing my friends. I'm missing the west. But the windows are open and the tunes are loud and that fixes everything.

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I dreamed of you again last night. In the dream, I came upon you sitting on the hill behind the house where I grew up. You were digging in the dirt, and when I asked you what you were looking for, you said "answers." You were wearing a blue shirt and you had grass on your feet. You asked me if I would bring you a dictionary. I got one out of my car and gave it to you and you looked up the word

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Dogprints Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. Yikes. Things went better than I expected. Thanks to all of you for your encouraging words.Yikes.

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"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door — or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present." — Rabindranath TagoreI'm not quite there yet, but I think it's possible. For now, I'm going to pretend that I believe this.

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…but gallery space just the same. Tomorrow is my first real showing of work outside of the portrait business. I have twenty-two pieces hanging in a small, sunny gallery. I have a knot in my stomach. I have talent, maybe.

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I’ve been packing. Or, rather, unpacking. A great many of the boxes that have been sitting, untouched, in our basement and attic for the past six years were moved here from California, where they also sat, untouched. The boxes contain the kinds of items that serve no real use, but which are difficult to discard; high school yearbooks, letter jackets, outdated guidebooks for San Francisco, Rome,

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Day 74: That little souvenir of a terrible year Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. Seriously, what is UP with the wrinkles? I'm reconsidering Botox.

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and forget everything else for a while.

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What was that movie, where the guy took everything out of his house; the furniture, all the clothes, the artwork, the appliances, and put it on his front lawn and sold it? Anyone? Did he actually make any money?I'm totally thinking about doing this.Or maybe selling my soul on eBay.

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Day 68: If you don't change direction, you may end up where you're heading Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. file under: Lessons Learned

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Forty-two days. That’s how much time I have. Forty-two days to sort through the drawers. Through the closets. Through the attic, and the crawl space. Through the photo albums, and the file cabinet, and the basement. Six years in a house, almost eleven years in a marriage, and now I have forty-two days to figure out what stays, what goes, what’s his, what’s mine, and what, if anything, is left.

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Macylicious Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. We should all be this happy.

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Writing the Hits with Stupid from Ryan Adams on Vimeo.heh heh *hic* heh.

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the Originally uploaded by unbound67. This is not my photograph, but I thought it was worth borrowing.

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Have you ever felt completely invisible? As if, all of a sudden (or perhaps gradually and painfully over the PAST TWO YEARS) the people who have sworn to love you and care about you and respect you one day said " oh to hell with this, as of today person X ceases to exist. Unless I have the urge to shit all over someone, then, like magic, person X shall be at my mercy."No matter how I try, no

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"Then down into the basement…What I wanted, I think, was just to do something extreme. Something that would be hard afterwards to pretend I hadn't done. I got the gun out of the toolbox, sat down on a haybale, put my left hand palm-down on the rough hay, stuck the muzzle into that little web of skin between your thumb and the rest of your hand and shot myself there more or less experimentally. To

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Long night. Longer day. Poor Calder just couldn't catch a break. Nor could the pachyceptosaurus, who was mauled mere moments after this shot was taken.

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I'm fit to be tied!I'm madder than a wet hen!The fur's about to fly!I've got my panties in a wad!My blood is boiling!I'm about to go through the roof!I'm mad enough to spit nails!I'm going to have a cow!I'll throw the book at you!I'm gonna read you the riot act!Man, you get under my skin.I'm going to tear you a new asshole!I'm wound tighter than a spring about this!You really chap my hide!You

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I'm doing my 3rd load of dirty sheets, my shirt is drenched, and the entire upstairs is strewn with vomit covered-stuffed animals.The stomach flu has arrived.Funny thing? I'm so flipping happy that I get to be the one to deal with it.

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I've completely lost faith in the system, in bravery, and in honesty. It's a bitter cocktail. And the worst part is that the people making the decisions don't know this amazing soul.Nevertheless, we will all be here waiting.

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Day 55: When you're really pissed, don't plan revenge. Eat cake. Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. just in case you were wondering how it was going.

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Primary Droplets Originally uploaded by lkgilbert. watching the tail lights through the rain.Back in a bit.

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…I've just been replaying this song over and over in my head for some strange reason. And dreaming of people I went to college with and haven't seen or even thought of in 20 years. Portentous? Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA

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Thanks for all of your support yesterday. I got some bad news, which was worthy of the tears, but I ended up being sort of a pain in the ass for most of the day.I am, however, remaining true to the notion that I'm allowed to do this, from time to time. Homo Sapiens and all that.

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Day 45: Inevitable Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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Day 44: I Bet I Know What It Will Be. Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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Our house went on the market today. I begrudgingly call it "our" house -- even though both of our names are on the deed, Matt hasn't lived here in 18 months or so, and it really doesn't seem like his house any more ('cept when the mortgage is due. Then it's ALL his house.).I watched people trudge through today, looking at my stuff, talking about how they would change this little thing, or that

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Day 41: You can keep the grill, I get all of these. Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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New Fence Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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Day 39: Don't Beat Your Head, Dry Your Eyes, Let the Love in There Originally uploaded by lkgilbert.

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