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I have spent a lot of my time in the past few weeks online, looking for things to do + "doing" in return. What I once thought of as irrelevant and pointless, I now embrace. A lot of the friends I've met in this city over the past few years have left, so I feel like it's just me and my family. And the way that I connect is to do what I'm doing now--reaching out to online communities, and looking for available opportunities.

I've found much by researching "blog sites". From tumblr to taking it global, I've found niches that are interesting and a lot more far-reaching and embracing than I ever conceived possible.

Emily Dickinson was a poet at the turn of the 20th century who wrote quintessentially short stanzas that were concise yet highly metaphoric and therefore universal. She was a loner who worked upstairs, living with her father + sister. She isolated from the "outside world" but wrote volumes of poetry. For someone who was in her "own world", she was an apt creator and knowledgeable about human character without having to interact with others. Her main correspondences were via letters. Because I could not stop for Death (by Dickinson):

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –


And now I appreciate and find it livable because it's conceivable. Even in isolation you can commit to something, and find/value resources. There's something to be said of Maslow's Hierarchy.

So now I think up projects in my mind, and plan how I can execute them.

July 5, 2008 | 8:22 PM Comments  0 comments

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