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The Flight of the Sparrow
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| Cleared Head |
[Mar. 16th, 2006|06:10 pm] |
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It has come to my attention of late, that there has been a clear lack of commenting, responces and a seeming lowered interest from my friends list. I have no illusions of this journal being the equivilant of a grand piece of award-winning literature! However, it is my journal, and as such, you are getting what you 'paid for.' By signing on you told me that you wanted to be on my friends list.
Now- unless it is for reasons I cannot comprehend, I do not understand why we should be on each others lists if: you have rarely if never, ever commented on my journal, never reply when I make the effort to comment on yours, you show little common courtesy and your pages hold no interest for me.
I pride myself on trying to pay attention to all my livejournal friends; despite my own busy life volunteering and working part-time, my studio classes, lectures and home life. Unless you have major cause to not pay me the courtesy of acknowledgement, I would appreciate it if you'd take off my journal. Friends ought to be valued in terms of quality, not quantity!
If you want to stay, let me know- and continue to let me know consistantly.
And of course, there remain those lovely same individuals whom I would never cut.
*You hopefully know who you are because I simply adore you guys*
I finished off my second last major essay for this winter term. It dealt with words like the phallocentric language, male dominated and patriarchal society, diagetic, and some collected authors along the lines of Ann E. Kaplan, Laura Mulvey, Freud and Lacan. It was eight pages long and worth a solid 50% of my mark. I printed it off late last night, and read it over, picturing my great-great-grandchildren musing over what I had written. I feel strangely light-headed this morning and clearer and freer, too. |
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| Hello, goodbye... and- |
[Dec. 19th, 2005|04:46 pm] |
{Shalom}
Peace. I'm leaving for Israel now, may it be an inspirational journey. |
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| My Heart Would Not Fear |
[Jun. 10th, 2005|12:44 am] |
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This is a Psalm which is said in the morning, translations are slightly different:
A Psalm of David. HaShem is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? HaShem is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When evil-doers came upon me to eat up my flesh, even mine adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell. Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war should rise up against me, even then will I be confident. One thing have I asked of HaShem, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of HaShem all the days of my life, to behold the graciousness of HaShem, and to visit early in His temple. For He concealeth me in His pavilion in the day of evil; He hideth me in the covert of His tent; He lifteth me up upon a rock. And now shall my head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me; and I will offer in His tabernacle sacrifices with trumpet-sound; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto HaShem. Hear, O HaShem, when I call with my voice, and be gracious unto me, and answer me. In Thy behalf my heart hath said: 'Seek ye My face'; Thy face, HaShem, will I seek. Hide not Thy face far from me; put not Thy servant away in anger; Thou hast been my help; cast me not off, neither forsake me, O G-d of my salvation. For though my father and my mother have forsaken me, HaShem will take me up. Teach me Thy way, O HaShem; and lead me in an even path, because of them that lie in wait for me. Deliver me not over unto the will of mine adversaries; for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out violence. If I had not believed to look upon the goodness of HaShem in the land of the living! Wait on HaShem; be strong, and let thy heart take courage; yea, wait thou for HaShem.
~Tehilim (Psalms)- Chapter 27
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I am leaving this afternoon for summer camp and will be gone for the entire vacation, returning at last in September. I am afraid that I shall not be available to reply to comments, or comment on journals. If you like, you may email me at pastaforeverandever@hotmail.com, although I will probably not get a chance to see it. May everyone stay well, and safe. Have a great summer! |
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| Cutting Back |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|12:38 am] |
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I'm in the process of doing a rather large friends and communities cut.
Not to worry, for anyone that dearly longs to stay on, I'll keep you if you really do want to be kept! Otherwise, if I've removed your journal, kindly do the same for me, in return. It's mostly only to clean up about these parts, and if I've deleted you, it's not personal, I'm certain that you're a lovely individual- but we likely don't read each others journals, or you never comment or update at all. A good portion of the journals I've deleted are simply dead ones as well (meaning their user has moved), so kindly take those off too. Thanks so much to you all and may everyone have a great weekend! |
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| Reality |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|12:13 pm] |
Although I can't share such fabulously pink lips as she has, stolen from dent_de_lion. I've decided to be tough right now too, but please don't be too scary or hugely cruel... Well, actually you can if you like. I can only hope for the best though. Here goes-
Post anonymously, and say anything.
How much you hate me, how much you love me, how much you can't stand me, how much you want to have sex with me, how much more you want to spend time with me, how much you want to kill me. Anything about your life, your parents, friends, me, you, whatever. It can be whatever the fuck you what, and you can be brutally honest. Do it if you know me, do it if you've never met me. Just DO IT.
Remember, it's important that you comment anonymously. |
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| Really, just to post something- |
[Jun. 27th, 2004|12:39 pm] |
I saw this in fresh endeavor's journal and thought that it was an interesting concept. Anyway, too much stuff has been happening to me lately and I really don't feel like writing it all down. Maybe another day... And I figured out why I was grumpy yesterday. Not that anyone needed to know that.
But, anyhow:
I want everyone who reads this to go under anonymous and tell me a secret! |
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