deanna charlotte sinclair: a journal

Bluster

thinkinganddining — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 15:21:07 +0000

Rules Everyone Should Follow and Things Everyone Should Know.

1. If you block the doors on the Subway trying to get in, no one can get out. This is 100% counter-productive and always slows down the process, making everyone involved more frustrated. If everyone were to stand back, let other people exit the subway, then make their move for the last seat, the world would be a happier place.

palaver

thinkinganddining — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:30:30 +0000

A book I once read always fascinated me because the character, whose family always moved around alot, wanted to stay at home, but she had to go off to boarding school with her Aunt and Uncle. I always thought I would love to travel and go to boarding school in Switzerland and I could never understand why she hated it so much. She grew to love it in the end of course, as most anyone would, but I hope I would have cherished the opportunity more than she did. Though that is highly unlikely.

early #2

thinkinganddining — Mon, 12 May 2008 15:10:05 +0000

I found out that for the masters program I want to take in Seattle I need marketing courses and accounting courses and all sorts of other knowledge and skills. So I need to get to work on all of those sorts of things. I also learned that they work on Mac computers. Oh, the challenges ahead…

reed fish

thinkinganddining — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:03:43 +0000

One of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time is “I’m Reed Fish”. It’s an independent film shot in Big Bear, California in about three days, but it was brilliant. Witty, clever, off-kilter and inspiring. Five stars!

brilliance

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:00:19 +0000

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/014501.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/014475.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/006570.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/007328.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/007376.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/006372.html

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/006620.html

dreams

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:23:51 +0000

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Emma. Emma loved to read books, especially books about dragons and elves and other mythical creatures in far away lands. Although her own life was somewhat plain, she could always find excitement and adventure by losing herself in a book. And so, Emma became a book worm. Her sister, Annie, was not a bookworm. Annie was commonly regarded as much prettier than Emma, and she often won the affection of children and adults alike. She began receiving marriage proposals from the boys in her daycare class by the time she was four years old, if not before. Annie had long, blonde hair and was very small for her age. Emma, though, was lovely, but obviously full of thoughts. Annie was full of laughter, joy, love, and gentleness. Emma was happy as well, as most well-treated children are, but much more serious. The two girls were used to going about their days in this manner, attending their various activities, Annie making friends with everybody because she was adored, and Emma making friends with misfits. One day, however, their nanny announced that she was going to spend some time traveling.

unoriginal

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:03:33 +0000

I realized yesterday that Buck Cherry is an inversion of Chuck Berry. What a truly horrible idea for a band name. It was fine until I realized how they got there.

ethereal

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 16:03:30 +0000

“from amaranthine to ephemeral” that’s how I described the love that was there, was thriving and almost untamable one day, was supposed to last forever, yet the next had evaporated like the dew. It went from being a rock, steadfast and permanent, to a cloud or mirage which disappeared if you looked at it too hard. Maybe that’s the way that Joni Mitchell feels about clouds and love as well. Of course it was not my love that faded. Mine was strong up until the end. At least something that seemed like love. Adoration, longing. For a while I though that it would hurt for a long time. Then I thought that it would always be humiliating, a spot on my clean record or something. But now it’s not. It stopped hurting fairly soon. Then I got over it for real some time after that. Now it’s not an embarassment anymore. It’s not even real, just so far in the past I can’t even see it anymore. It’s hard to remember the time when I couldn’t see past it.

vocab

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 15:55:28 +0000

moiety \MOY-uh-tee\, noun:
1. One of two equal parts; a half.
2. An indefinite part; a small portion or share.
3. One of two basic tribal subdivisions.

music

thinkinganddining — Thu, 08 May 2008 15:08:03 +0000

Ani DiFranco – 32 Flavours

Billie Holliday – Stormy Blues

Joni Mitchell – A Case of You