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Kiwi Crocus
13 March 2011 @ 01:00 am

I remember seeing Janis Ian play this song at Falcon Ridge. She was on before Girlyman, the group that finally managed to get me to step outside of angry teenage rock into folk when I was fifteen. I cried to see generations meet.



Why I am I always at war with my body? It used to be such a mutually beneficial relationship, so harmonious.

Once upon a time, my body was hard and mean with use, lithe on the field and so aggressive; but it was balanced, for my mind held compassion - so soft and supple.

Now my body is soft and supple, which would matter not if my mind had not become so aggressive - so hard and mean.

(I learned this at seventeen. At twenty-one, my mind grows only meaner when it deems I could be leaner.)


Kiwi

A woman is like a teabag. You never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water.
[Eleanor Roosevelt]
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
13 March 2011 @ 08:29 pm
Hello all.

I am fretting and understanding that frettage. However, that is not what I am here to consider.

Would anyone be able to tell me what Alltagsästhetisierung means? I haven't been able to find a translation, so I presume it's one of those words/ideas that will take a few English sentences will describe.

(It's in relation to this.)

My life would be so much easier if I spoke German.

In other news, I'm not sure I've ever felt this doomed before in my whole life. Awesome!

I'm having the same daydreams I had when I was 11 and bored in maths: that I had a Magical Pencil Case that I could open and climb into, heading down long stairs into this huge underground area with a giant computer and a library all to myself and a studio and a comfy little reading corner; the best thing about the Pencil Case was that whenever I was in it time was on pause! I could study for maths as long as I wanted down there, until I knew the material, and it could happen in the second before the test; equally, I could procrastinate for days down there first. I spent a lot of time leading up to standardised tests wishing I had one of these useful Pencil Cases and imagining what I would get up to down there. Sometimes I would even bring my teachers along because they generally looked about as pleased by having to teach maths (and by Mike or Jeff or Lucy throwing things) as I was to learn maths and get hit by thrown things. (In my daydreams the teachers always liked the time very much and didn't want to leave, but then the real-life teachers would tug me back to reality and we were both stuck back in the classroom.)

Oh, why don't such things exist?


Kiwi

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.
[Rachel Carson]
 
 
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