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Standing at the Blue Line stop, waiting for the train this morning, I was looking out across Damen. Theer was a steady snow going,
and a few inches had collected along the tops of the railing. I looked over, and watched a guy gather some snow between his gloves and
pack a snowball. For some reason, this made me incredibly happy, seeing someone acting in such a childish (read: carefree) manner.
He ended up not throwing the snowball, but just sort of crumbling it up in his hands. For a split second, I had this thought that I should
have tried to make a snowball too. I should have said something to him, jokingly, and in a blur... we'd be suddenly throwing snowballs
at one another. In a moment's time, everyone else who was standing around in the cold would have joined in. Everyone standing around would shake
the daily grumpiness of their mornings to participate in this wondrous, spontaneous snowball fight. They'd talk to their coworkers about it
later over lunch, they'd tell their friends. It'd be a story they'd pass along to their children... the day the train station broke out
into one big snowball fest.
I should have, but I didn't.
Like everyone else, I kept my hands in my pockets. I stood around, waiting for the train. And when it arrived, and the doors opened up, I
walked in like any other mature, responsible, grown adult.
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Perhaps they're talismans. Bicycles and animals seem to go together.
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Earlier tonight, I was feeling pretty tired and down. No real reason. I'm attributing it to Winter, and the general crappiness of the
skies lately. Maybe it's due to the fact that I haven't been sleeping too much lately. The pattern seems to be: tired in the late
afternoon/early evening, full awake by 11:30 PM.
On the trainride home, I got an idea for a project I want to complete in the next week or so. Mainly, it's for Valentine's day. I think
it'll be fun, so we'll see. Yes, I'm being willfully mysterious. You'll see what I'm talking about on V-day.
I have to shake the writing block. I've been taking notes and jotting down phrases/lines, but no actual writing. I'm afraid January
is going to be a wash, as far as any more poems from me. I need to get back on track. I need to refocus.
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I was experiencing some serious lag issues with my host, and decided to post to the Community Forum, asking other users for some help. Next
thing you know, my site is up and screaming again... no more lag, and everything's back to how it was about a month ago. Awesome.
--edit--
Actually, the lag is back now. :(
--edit--
As I was perusing some of the areas on this Community Forum, I happened to stumble across pdphoto.org.
Ah, good god damn! There are some great pictures here, and most (if not all) of the images are free for personal/commercial use. The "Travel" section alone
is well worth a quick perusal.
Great stuff available here, and a good resource. Check out some of the images available:
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by David Ignatow
Wherever I go,
into food stores,
into the john to piss
I am haunted by the poem
yet to be written,
that I may live as a poem
when I die as a man.
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