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i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
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He believed that he would never want to return. But on this last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe, he realized that he was very close to tears.
“Goodbye,” he said to the flower.
But she made no answer.
“Goodbye,” he said again.
The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.
“I have been silly,” she said to him, at last. “I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy …”
He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered, the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness.
“Of course I love you,” the flower said to him. “It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you—you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy … Let the glass globe be. I don’t want it any more.”
“But the wind—”
“My cold is not so bad as all that … The cool night air will do me good. I am a flower.”
“But the animals—”
“Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if not the butterflies—and the caterpillars—who will call upon me? You will be far away … As for the large animals—I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.”
And, naïvely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:
“Don’t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!”
For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower …
"—The little prince and the flower
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Nobody ever had a dream round here,
but I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me
Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,
but I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me
I’ve got this energy beneath my feet
like something underground’s gonna come up and carry me,
I’ve got this sentimental heart that beats
but I don’t really mind that it’s starting to get to me
Now, so Why do you waste my time?
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I’m sick of all my judges
so scared of what they’ll find
But I know that I can make it
As long as somebody takes me home,
every now and then…
Oh, have you ever seen the lights?
Have you ever seen the lights?
I took a shuttle on a shock-wave ride,
where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolade
I took a bullet, and I looked inside
And Running through my veins
An American masquerade
I still remember Grandma Dixie’s wake,
I never really known anybody that died before
Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,
My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July…
and that’s all, So why do you waste my time?
Is the answer to the question on your mind
And I’m sick of all my judges,
so scared of letting me shine
But I know that I can make it,
as long as somebody takes me home…(Source: mymyndizgone)
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As I tried Living
I arrived in Boston yesterday. It was a two hour drive here through tree covered mountains starting to change into fall. I kept thinking about how much I wanted to tell my dad what I had done on my trip, what I had seen, where I was going next, I wondered if had ever come this way, if he had ever seen how beautiful it was. He loved trees and mountains and rivers and historical markers. I wondered if he had maybe always wanted to go and never had the chance I wonder if he would have known all of the state’s history and told me about interesting places I should visit. I drove here on my own though. I decided to go to New Hampshire on my own, I came to see Anja in Boston on my own. This weekend I will be driving back up to Canada to see Liisa. I have my life for the next couple of years planned, on my own. This is growing up. Loosing things fast to gain adulthood. This is growing up. suffering through things you never thought you could master. This is growing up. Figuring out how to need people. This is growing up. Being hurt and loved my the same people. This is growing up. Striking a balance between your imagination and how things are. Growing up is hard.
I say I am on my own though, really I am fortunate enough someone is always there. Scott, Anja, Liisa, for example. Tien Tien said to stay another week. Ben talked to me on all my drives so I wouldn’t be lonely. Leah called and made sure I was safe. Maybe part of growing up is recognizing those that are willing to take you in along the way. Maybe while also staying away from those that might pull you down.
I figured out I don’t know very much, the things you think you know and need can end up different even a minute from now. Reality can always be otherwise from what you thought it. So here I am on a very long road, I have no idea where it will take me, I am just going to keep on trying to really live with my eyes and my heart wide open. It will be hard to do it that way, it is going to hurt, but it will be beautiful.
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hip
I am sitting here in my cardigan sipping tea and listening to the rain outside. How hipster of me. I came to Dartmouth excited to see the east coast hipsters, maybe much like people feel excited to go to St. George Utah to see the polygamists. They were all in their rompers and some of the men had very neat handlebar mustaches. Of course their “authenticity” was questionable and sometimes when I really wished they were being ironic they meant it. (quote: “ugh these films are all foreign, I hate having to read”, I laughed she stared at me and kept telling us all very loudly and proudly about how she hates foreign film, I guess it is too mainstrean?)
While here I have been to farmer’s markets, film festivals, film discussions, art shows, all full of hipsters of course and it always serve to reemphasize for me how much I love sincerity. “Authenticity” is too mainstream ;)
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TELLURIDE AT DARTMOUTH FESTIVAL »
Tien Tien got me into the last three films of this series for free. I love movies, especially for free :)
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BERYL KOROT, ARTIST-IN-RESIDENCE »
After the telluride film last night we went to the opening reception for this artist. The picture depicted is a piece of her work “the tower of babel”
I found it very interesting how she worked with and layered photo, film, textile and digital art to create videos. They weren’t movies but rather like a moving painting that worked very well together to convey her ideas.
Also the food was tiny and delicious :)
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JOSE CLEMENTE OROZCO: THE EPIC OF AMERICAN CIVILIZATION »
Tien took me to see these today. She studied them in a class and had very interesting things to say. One thing she told me about is how after Orozco was finished the administration that had paid him to paint them were very upset at the subject matter and did not like them at all so they covered them up with a curtain for many years. He painted them in the 40’s and they contain controversial subject matter even for today and especially at an Ivy league college campus like Dartmouth. I of course really liked them. She also told me that there are murals on campus that are very racist against native Americans and these are currently behind curtains but unveiled once a year. I got the same feeling I get when I hear about freak shows when she told me that.
