California

I’m sitting here at the Academy of Art University student library. I am starting to get an incredible headache, and I think it’s because I’m sitting in my own little sharpie den. You know those cubicles that are in school libraries to help you focus? I swear mine has it’s own ecosystem. I can smell [...]

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I wrote this piece for “Poetry Day” at my improv class. It certainly helped me relax into the group. Enjoy! I used to be The one that was loud Wore clothes that would sparkle Stood out from the crowd I used to be The one that would share His entire life story To whoever cared [...]

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The first time I heard his voice, I was in my mother’s office. I pulled an audio-cassette from a rack of audio history she kept. There were songs and tapes from every era – Motown, doo-wap, jazz, what I called “hippie music”, and…him. Well…at least I thought it was a him. Michael Jackson inspired me. [...]

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Apple’s new iPad is exciting. It matches my childhood dream: a magically connected wireless device bridging computer and phone. We talked about it today in one of my journalism classes. We were discussing media channels, and for the first time in almost 50 years, they’re changing. Newspapers, magazines and radio are being phased out. In [...]

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I am inexplicably fascinated with bathrooms. I never noticed when I was growing up, but Chanterelle has begun to point out my pit-stop comments. I always have them. Usually I comment on the cleanliness, the decor, or the efficiency of the layout. No, seriously! Every bathroom gets a report card. Since my first day at [...]

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A loft would be nice. A loft is where all the artist types get stuff done. A loft is where parties happen. Where beautiful people come to be. And in my head, a loft is where I could be. I could be so hip. It would feel so permanent and solid. A place for everything. [...]

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A story about Gene, a homeless man who played the violin.

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We are our own depression, and just have to let go of our balloons.

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I explore my weakness and ever-constant search for validation.

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