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yobabies, old lint herein's gradually getting rolled into the pockets of navelgazer over yonder. just sayin'.
posted by sat @ 8:58 AM
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I first acknowledged it with embarassment and some degree of shame: "navelgazing, yes, that's what I do." wishing for a broader scope, taller perspective. but gradually I came to own my microscopic, sometimes laser, focus, my command of miniscule terrain: inside of my own head, floating motes, the ways that leaves unfurl. noodling around with little more than belly button lint. if that's what I've got to give, it's yours. with love.
formerly.
otherwise, visually.
also, vox-ually.
Previous Posts
- of manatees and a book called _see_
- slipping house and found dress
- strangeness
- landscapes
- the house on the floating island
- not belonging & grandfatherly advice
- the game
- belonging & not belonging
- stuck
- one last night
Frenz
- Gina, CraftyGrrl Badgeholder
- Jennifer, Rockstar Librarian
- Katarah, Theatrical Soul
- Sippey, Not So Obvious
- Sweet Lorelei, Irish Jew
- Timothy, Neither Big Nor Empty
Gawking
- a softer world, care of emily and joey
- the wicked wit of the ladies at Go Fug Yourself;
- Callings: Finding and Following an Authentic Life by Gregg Michael Levoy;
- Sandra Tsing Loh's funny, biting review of Leslie Morgan Steiner's newly edited collection, Mommy Wars;
- Mary Koenen Clausen's mixed media paintings: Chait Galleries Downtown and Olson-Larsen Galleries;
- The Baxter, a delightful farce with the adorable Michelle Williams;
- the new production of Bleak House, a Dickensian melodrama
- return to sender, care of vera brosgol - another dang creative prodigy. 19. sheesh.
- dammit.com, by the insanely talented sean manseau
occasionally I swoon...
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