isnt it funny how our brain works? as a recent example, the poem below started as this: "i wonder why night sighs as all the world is passing by." and then i sat and looked at it and then changed a word, then a thought, then a phrase, then another word and so on till it came to be what it is. and im sure it still [desperately] needs a little of that editing train of thought. and i know thats how most writing occurs, but its funny to me how my brain made those leaps. how does it do that?
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i absolutely love the literature class im taking. i love sitting in class and having a good prof who knows what hes talking about, and who cares what we are thinking about the literature. i loved being "forced" to read great literature--literature that exposes me to the great thoughts of the world and then asks me what i think about them and then the feeling that inevitably comes of knowing that i am incapable of even beginning to think about it. i love sitting in class and making connections in my brain--"o... thats just like this... and that reminds me of that one time... and hey! that was a question on jeopardy..." oooooo...
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furthermore, i love sleeping with my window open and waking up with a cold nose, but the rest of me snuggly warm
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today, the freedom that comes with being alone is delightful.
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this made me laugh today:
Weakest Link host lady asks: which American president wrote 30 books, including Thomas Roosevelt: An Autobiography?"
Contestant: Herbert Hoover.
( 1/12/2004 5:47 PM)
Friday, September 21, 2007
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