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Hi.
My name is Kate.
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wThursday, January 30, 2003 |
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Sometimes I just get so scared of everything all at once.
posted by
Kate at 1:56 AM
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wMonday, January 27, 2003 |
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Everything in life should be as simple and good as Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream.
Also, I drew a kick-ass drawing today. I've got a gimp foot though, been hobbling around campus all day.
posted by
Kate at 11:10 PM
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wThursday, January 23, 2003 |
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When I was a very little girl I would tell my mother stories. She’d write them down on blank sheets of stapled paper, and then I would laboriously illustrate them. I'm sure they were nothing terribly prodigious - just stories about princesses and princess and fairies and unicorns and other magical things most probably. They've all been destroyed or thrown away by now.
When I was a baby my mother would put picture books into my crib on Friday nights so she and my father could sleep in on Saturdays. Midmorning she would come into my room and find me happily thumbing through my books.
So I suppose I've always been like I am, and I can't help but be me because something's hardwired in my brain and my trembly little fingers to do things like read and write and draw. I can't make sense out of myself, you know. I'm quirky and inexplicable. I've a muddly brain that can't add right or think of witty things to say or remember my own phone number half the time or reel off all fifty states for you right now or even efficiently participate in class discussions, but I've got fingers that can draw a human figure with astonishing accuracy (I find it astonishing at least) and I can write a damn good paper without even really trying. My poems can be good sometimes too. They really can.
So... What's the catch? Why do I feel mentally retarded sometimes? Why do I feel a stunning proficiency at other times? What the hell's my problem and why can't I get a date?
posted by
Kate at 11:51 PM
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wTuesday, January 21, 2003 |
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I don't get many visitors to this weblog - mostly I have accidents, people who type things in search engines and then visit my page out of curiosity - and I certainly don't have any regular visitors. I think that might be a shame as I myself am a regular visitor to quite a few personal websites, but I can't complain. I am neither diligent about keeping up regular posts nor quite professional with the writings I do post. I am also one of the most computer illiterate creatures that ever blundered across personal publishing in the web. So kudos to Blogger for making the system truly idiot proof. Anyway, if you do happen across this journal and happen (egad!) to like it as well then for god's sake come back and then write me an email or sign my guest book or something.
posted by
Kate at 7:23 PM
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wSunday, January 12, 2003 |
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A poem for you: Sunset Celebration, Key West
Sunlight's last oratorio assails luminescent
beyond harbor-side Mallory square.
The sky is like a just plowed field
churned and set aflame above the ocean
and the juggler is throwing fire
for the crowd pressing in from Duval street.
Most stop, curious, root fascinated
in the on-pouring of always more people.
The final tour boats have all launched
and there is nothing to do but wonder at
the street acts and the street lamps
and the sidewalk cafes smelling of wine and salt
and the anchored yachts lit up and strung around
the docks like glowing ropes of fireflies in the dusk.
The light is so much it has given way
to violet night, clouds billowing,
black ocean glittering,
a moon banked by brilliance.
The people are drunk on it.
This place is too much
Fire too much
Color too much
Light to keep on burning.
The man who walks on glass is rolling up
his shattered runway.
He goes home and knows it all by heart -
how tomorrow will find him on his feet
again, more broken walking,
another sunset.
posted by
Kate at 2:52 AM
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wFriday, January 10, 2003 |
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New developments crucial to my happiness:
1. The idea of exercise
2. At least one bottle of cran-grape juice every day
3. The TIME magazine in my mail box every week
4. My crush on the nude drawing class model
5. Greeting people
Also, hello.
posted by
Kate at 3:45 PM
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