the difference between endurance and perseverance is that one requires action.
Author: coffeehousejunkie
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yes, i realize i’m a snob. i prefer the term elitist.
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there are 10 sticky notes on my macbook pro… i can barely fine the keyboard… so much for gtd.
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how about i tell you a truer truth & call it fiction?
Technological divide between generations
macbook pro battery exploded

my macbook pro battery exploded after 20 months of use. luckily, i was able to remove it before it ruined the laptop.
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my feet are cold. i’m reading a book. the author says the muse is dead… like santa claus and elvis.
Poetry Reading:
Sebastian Matthews @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center. Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC.
Poetry Reading:
Katherine Soniat @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center, Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC
Poetry Reading:
Erin Victoria Wigger @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center. Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC.
Poetry reading:
Elizabeth Bradfield @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center. Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC.
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joined a couple poets @wedge brewery (http://www.wedgebrewing.com/) after the reading. surprisingly busy for a sunday afternoon.
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excellent mix of unca/warren wilson faculty/student reading @flood gallery fine art center (http://www.floodgallery.org/)
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the season of lent is almost here & i wonder if fasting from sns, internet, and/or info is more appropriate than dietary fasting.
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question: how was texas? my reply: the airport was nice & the hotel was okay, but the midnight cheeseburger was amazing!
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can’t believe i almost missed my flight due to chicken tenders…
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what a beautiful weekend. sunny & 60°F weather. the canadians invaded under a clear sky & bright full moon. my, weekend, how i miss thee.
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sometimes, when i’m washing dishes, i compose poems in the soap suds. then i pull the plug & watch them disappear down the drain.
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the house is quiet. only the sound of johnny cash playing on the stereo. must be time to wash dishes & clean the kitchen.
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somehow i felt a bit lost in the music section of beast buys. i mean, like most the record stores i used to haunt are gone.
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i hear a phone ringing. one of those old phones from a black & white film. i wanna answer it & say, in a smokey tom waits voice, ‘hullo.’
ah, nuts!
i just reblogged! twice! it’s only tuesday!
i thought i could go a whole week without reblogging. i. am. so. weak.
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don’t try to make sense of it, just get behind it and push it over. (one-line haiku)
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the river’s long term goal is to get up early and bleed into dirt. (one-line haiku)
