It is very easy to feel in love with God when you feel in love with a person.
It is not so easy to feel in love with God, or even enormously loved by God, when you feel rejected by a person. Or persons. Or many people. 3 at least.
I have the knowledge that Jesus loves [...]
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Are you there God? It’s me, Mari.
Posted in God, beauty, memory, music, relationships, things that make me sad on June 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Acknowledgements
Posted in Chicago, memory on May 5, 2008 | 2 Comments »
If Anna Resvik had not left some hick town in Norway to sail the Atlantic and bring her radiant self to the shores of the proverbial Lake Wobegon and if the poor, tired, huddled masses yearning to breathe free of the Andrew Family had not decided to get the hell out of England and settle [...]
Let’s Talk Guatemala.
Posted in memory on April 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The air right there smelled like dust, water, incense, and soot; the air over there smelled like mangoes, just mangoes, maybe wood too. Whatever it was, I want to smell it forever. Right in that place. Right between those two enormous walls that used to be even more enormous before an earthquake 300 years ago. [...]
What’s the deal with men and Flannery O’Connor?
Posted in God, memory, self-indulgence on March 23, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Also, what’s the deal with Coldplay? So much wailing and beats I can barely think straight.
Today is Easter Sunday. A beautiful, hopeful, beautifully hopeful day of TANGIBLE happiness.
No more of this “I vaguely remember happiness existing once in my life…I think it sort of feels the way I feel when I have a pound of [...]
Musica de la Primavera
Posted in memory, music on February 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Good thing I have new music. The two most intense catalysts for nostalgia in my life are MUSIC and WEATHER. These two entities will bring back so many memories in one instant that I’m surprised my brain doesn’t pop whenever I put on Rosie Thomas or walk through the first snow of the season.
For instance, [...]
Someone still loves you, Boris Yeltsin.
Posted in Chicago, Europe, memory, things that make me sad on February 10, 2008 | 1 Comment »
On Valentine’s Day I’m going to see “Step Up 2 the Streets.” Hopefully with BFF, if he’s game.
That’s the main thing I have to say.
The other stuff isn’t as important.
Although, Jean-Michel Basquiat is very important. I learned about him at the DuSable Museum of African-American History. They have a kickin’ gift shop.
(the bomb)
It is important that I [...]
Remarkable Exoticism
Posted in Europe, coffee, literature, memory, romance on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
s: i also think i’d maybe like to work a cubicle job
s: i dunno why, but those “faceless, nameless, pointless” jobs appeal to me in some way
s: it might be fun to just blennnnd in
m: it makes sense to me, in a very out-of-character way…something that seems almost exotic in its mediocracy
m: like you’re in [...]
Writing Encouragement
Posted in beauty, literature, memory on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
m: but i’m much more drawn to characters, stories, situations, etc etc
s: and that’s how you reach people
s: don’t let the pomo artist assholes get to you
s: irony and being detached will only get you so far
s: the purpose of drama, acted or written, is to communicate SOUL TO SOUL with your audience
s: political melodrama [...]
Observations of a Feeling
Posted in melodramatic, memory, relationships, things that make me sad on December 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
As Joe described it, I can imagine it similar to the phantom pains experienced by someone who has lost a limb. The limb can still feel as though it pulsates, functions, and hurts. There must be something there because the memory is so sharp, so when you find that it is indeed not there, it [...]
