i am not much at writing letters, but if i were, i might try to tell one of my dearest of brothers that...

sometimes our souls - so dry and weary, wandering in the driest seasons of life - can haunt us with their wanting. but it is not the echo of want that truly devastates, it is the thought that, perhaps, this is as good as it gets. cutting through that well-known dark night of the soul, rising and falling with each tossing wave of the tumultuous seas of life. but He always sees our steps. i have been in search of my life for far too long. but its always when i stop looking for it that life seems to have a way of finding me. and i am certain. it too will find you. the warm worn walls of your heart musn't forever echo with the sound of empty, lonely footsteps - so can't we make room for the dance? might we light a few candles and strike up the band? our oldest, dearest friends will all be there. smiles, laughter, sweetest of joys it will be. hiding in the dusty corner your spirit has been hung to collect dust on a shelf with memories of what was and what will never be. the spirit that has the power to break our spell of captivity could dance once more...give it room to step on your toes and smile as you watch it sweep you off your feet. we only live once, but once for ever more. we will run on and on and on. now and forevermore, this is not as good as it gets but only the brink of getting all that is good. pray, won't you join me to taste and see?


(hmmm, perhaps a bit too much jane austen in my life?)

i love it!

snow







snow







snow



so i guess i returned to colorado just in time for a very white christmas!





i love sno! especially in blizzard form ;o) but being snuggled up by the fire for three straight days can definitely breed a bit of cabin fever! (it was a lot of fun, although i think we all went just a little bit cr-a-zy)

thanks for the update madre: 'the snow is so deep!'

i think this might be the first time all our neighbors have met (wow.) -- my fav was the woman serving chardonnay he he.

hey there broha -- i think tom cruise might be missing his sunglasses ;o)

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so this weekend i got to spend some time in the beautiful midwest (yes, i said beautiful, and yes i really mean it). it was one of those times when i truly felt the words of emily dickenson...where the rambles were sweet and the reveries spacious. growing up in a slightly more urban world -- where starbucks is always open and one is never more than 5 minutes away from some sort of instant, pre-made fast-food diner. i often cannot wrap my mind around a world any other way than such. i don't really know what that means, other than i guess i wish there were more places like that in the world. where one can still see the stars and the streets are peacefully still at sunset.



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splendid news....for those in my life who have been patiently suffering alongside my uncertain self-pity...the waiting is over! i have officially passed my first quarter of pathology (wow). yay! from now on:
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latest and greatest

okay so newest word o' the day....
definitely has to be taken from indie fav 'local H' where everything is

copacetic.

LOVE IT! ;o)

(whenever could you not love the sublime blissfulness of everything being 'very satisfactory' -- sounds like serendipity to me -- he he.)

anyways, maybe its the wishful thinking side of me comin' out -- as i wait expectantly for a copacetic thumbs up from the ol' pathology proffe ;o/ ha.

okay, so its no pulonium 210-laced sake but...

Now that classes are o-v-e-r I am having a bit of difficulty restraining my enthusiasm for the new found freedom (read: I might be going slightly crazy). So what does one do with all that free time? Well, I am so glad you asked….


Day one:
Saw a cheesy chic flic and cried my eyes out: the holiday. Highly recommended! Especially enjoy the softer side of jizzy j. black – BRILL! As well as a poignantly placed reference to genius martin scorcece-(would have had no idea who they were talkin' about had it not been for the departed)-ha!

Followed by a loverly evening of wine and chocolate with the roommate, homemade (not-so-tasty-without-the-tahini) hummus, the bourne identity AND mission impossible (sadly, I must confess I still haven’t seen the entire thing – we all need things to aspire to eh?)

Day two:
What could be more fabulous than a lazy day around the house, sushi for breakfast and lunch, GIRL TYME… distracting my roomie from her all-too-nearly-due final papers (sorry babe). A fine Christmas party ringing in a hip new building for a very hip and edgy little seminary known as mars hill – hmmm. So hot?! Anyways, we chased that bad moment away with a trip to belltown where we bought veggi hot dogs from a street vendor (did you know they like ‘em with cream cheese up in the crazy northwest?!) and then a little jaunt to ghetto town where I discovered the little hermano at Goldie’s…raking in 600 big ones on the 4:8 poker table…wha???!

Yes. we live in a very strange world. But I guess I love it – I mean, really what’s not to love? ;o)

So today is day three.
Right now I am listening to the top one-hit wonderz of the fabulous 1990’s (according to the rhapsody playlist central). Was Marcy Playground really a one-hit one-der?!

Would also like to plug the word o’ the day (stolen from a friend, once again)…as the cursor blinks tauntingly for me to fill this tabula rasa, I find myself at loss to say anything more. Okay, that was really lame-o, but seriously…tabula rasa?! Wow. KUDOS! ;o)

speaking of the strange, crazy and amazing:
i read that scientists recently discovered a school of fish off the coast of new jersey the size of manhattan! 20 million fish -- crazy.

when i was in honduras a friend showed me butterflies with the number 88 on their wings:



strange.


but i guess the most noteworthy, and perhaps only redeeming aspect of this blog entry is this:

...hmmm. still workin' on it ;o)


amazing.

word o' the day

i think once i had a little bit of an obsession with recurring words in my life -- i remember i was fascinated by the recurrence of 'collusion' several times over in a single day (i still have to admit that was a little curious)...anyways, i decided to kype a word from a friend because it fueled the start of my new (or renewed) passion for words.
hence, bamboozled. yeah -- isn't that just fun to say? kinda crazy that its truly in our accepted vocabulary, akin to pilfered, another good one.
so in the steady stream of strange and addictive words, i also stumbled upon...

hotch (to wiggle or fidget)
judder (like shudder)
palter (to dispute)
caterwaul (to complain noisily)
rollick (like frolic...like gambol, caper, cavort, wassail...hmmm)
gormandize (to eat gluttonously)

and that's just the start! its a whole new world of the portentously outré patter...someone stop me, i think i'm going balmy -- unsound, and wacky, moonstruck, daft and a little bit batty...wow. this is truly too much, i guess its what happens when i keep putting off my cogitation for h. path ;o)

ahh finals...why can't you just be a little more ambrosial?