March 2008
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An e-mail I decided to repost.
Yeah well. I don’t know. I didn’t know some things about the period so now here I am. I’ve moved on to post-colonial Virginia with Monticello. The place was my Graceland as a boy. I can’t even tell you how obsessed I was with Thomas Jefferson. I still remember the smell of a little yellowed book I had about him. I think it was about the Committees of Correspondence. ...
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Concerned.
Apprehension. It’s consuming me at the moment and I cannot even begin to guess why. This is simultaneously strange and very disconcerting. On another note, I was driving to work this morning and used my 40 minutes as I always do: I didn’t. You can do nothing productive while you’re driving. I tried taking pictures, but they are just pictures of car asses and tolls. I put the...
Dead in my tracks.
Been trying to write. Can’t find the energy. Just a little burnt out. Maybe it was the long weekend. And now another is approaching. Sigh.
Me on me.
I’m sure that everything I do, ultimately, is designed to impress my father.
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This is the goal.
Someone recently did something to me that I hate. I was provoked. I try to over-explain and even my valid defenses -in their length- become diluted and weak. I wasn’t even offended. I knew all this would happen. Friends saying I should be careful what I write, or, “Don’t you know what that makes you look like?” or, verbatim: “Do you really think that the writings on...