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Once I read that you're a fellow runner, I was hooked. Yeah, you can't cut into a 20 miler...what's the use? My resting pulse is around 42.....enough to get me dizzy when I stand up too quickly.

from themotion :

maybe i'll start doing portraiture, too, then i can go around unabashadly praising women.

from themotion :

i'd say it's about as equally comforting as it is disappointing that perfection can be overcome by brute chance.

from splinterhead :

Hey Lisa! Thanks for the note. I read about your new career so congradulations to you too! I totally admire people who know how to deal with so much responsibility. Any boys in view? Well, as one of my girlfriend's mom always says, "don't work too hard, sweety!" Talk to you later! Mike

from d1mndn3r0ugh :

"Complicated". That's a perfect way to describe the South.

from mariastuart :

Every end is always a new beginning. Have a great time :)

from splinterhead :

Hey Lisa, Just wondering if could have Evelyn's email. I have an old one that rhymes with Toe-Sent-In and I just wanted to be sure that it's the right one so I can wish her a happy birthday! Thanks :-)

from splinterhead :

Heya! Whoah! I deleted that email address a long time ago! Here's my current email: [email protected] We gotta catch up, yeah! I can't wait to hear what's up with you. Mike

from splinterhead :

Hey Lisa! Whoah, I almost panicked there when you locked your diary - just when I decided that I needed to do some catching up on you too! I had to lock mine too because my ex found out about it!! It was a crazy episode - totally embarassing. Anyways, take it easy! Miguelitoooo

from spindle :

could I have the password for your diary?

from puddleful :

i'm very thankful for your posts.

from megsworld2 :

amazing stuff that you recall. glad I visited.

from mariastuart :

Simple pleasures, yes, I like them too. I once knew a person who always laughed with me when I was happy with very little things, isn't that a shame?

from catsoul :

Hi There...You've been TAGGED...by Catsoul

from thebetween :

learn some cat stevens so you can be harold and i can be maude.

from thebetween :

in sympathy with your injury, i ran an extra mile tonight. hope your leg gets better quickly.

from thebetween :

driving down cerrillos rd. with a brand new radiator in my car, i saw a d.c. license plate today and thought of you. just one of those desparate moments where the mind struggles to find the familiar in a new place. -chiarella

from chiarella :

oh gosh. when i said i thought it should rain in d.c. this weekend, i didn't mean as early as thursday, and especially not so directly on you. hope there are no bad feelings.

from chiarella :

thanks: the burn is minor, and i reconciled with the lawnmower this afternoon, as well as its close friend, the weed-wacker (or, as my family chooses to call it, weed-whipper). i'm as close to cinci as i am to d.c. five or so hours. i was only there once; it was my first official solo driving trip (beyond the immediate major cities). i had to lie to my mom to avoid discouragement, was home again 48 hours later.

from chiarella :

"into the wild" was good. mccandless/supertramp had definitely detached from reality. other people call this hyper-real instead, or something along those lines. now i am wondering again about all our odd banks of perception. and no internal pain? i'll have to think about that. it sounds good, but a little simplistic. self-deceptive, like. is there another way to go about it and still reject the pain? i always felt belief was a dangerous thing to aim at the world. of course, i'm so awkward my mom once yelled at me for walking wrong, said i looked like an ape. told me to practice walking on the sidewalk in front of the house. what do i know about the body?

from novembre :

thanks for the note, little. i miss you. both my mom and my grandma say hi. hope you're well, also.

from chiarella :

so, my bowling best that night was 156, a personal high. normally i only hit half of that, but i credit it to wearing my uncle's favorite shirt, which i'd found earlier last week in a bag of rags--one of those screen-printed tropical scenes on the turquoise background of a well-worn polo. although i didn't see similar examples of such good beer-balance, i was amazed to see this (to use delillo's word for it) .expansive. man toss his ball two feet in the air down the lane, spinning and arching at such a perfect trajectory that, several times, it landed almost silently before scattering the pins aside. bowling is tops.

from chiarella :

happy birthday, by the way.

from reductio :

happy birthday L

from candoor :

your banner drew me over... it always amazes me to find a diary that's been around a long time that's completely new to me... hope you're having a good day :)

from chiarella :

you're right about the cold. layers do nothing really unless they're over your face, and breathing chilly air is probably the most pleasant, least invasive part of winter. if you haven't before, try rolling down a car window while you drive. works better on highways. don't think traffic jams would have same calming effect, haven't tried anyway, not enough people live here to cause a traffic jam.

from raven72d :

Heidi Klum is...a bit Germanic-severe.

from raven72d :

Bear in mind... I like academia; I like doing research and telling stories about the past. And I want desperately to be respected for my intelligence and scholarship. I can't unlink the concepts of being a real historian and having a girlfriend, but standing up and being thought of some value as an historian by Real People (and enchanting leggy co-eds) is the ever-receding Grail of my life.

from dinosaurs :

iNTj. i think we're almost alike, but apparently i'm much more judgemental.

from kilowatt :

"Appreciation is a wonderful thing; it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well." ~ Voltaire ~ You are most welcome for the note of admiration concerning your diary and your immense skill as a writer. It is my pleasure to feast upon the beauty of your entries. May your day be filled with ceaseless beauty, wonder, and amazement.

from kilowatt :

In a random twist of fate, I wandered here, through links in which I had no business looking into, I discovered your dairy, and I lingered to read your words. I am in awe of your writing ability, as well as, your honesty and individualism. You and I are of completely different backgrounds, ages, and interests. Furthermore, we approach our diaryland journal entries in radically different ways, however, there is an effortless elegance emanating from your writing that I cannot help but admire and adore, so much so, that I was compelled to add your site to my list of favorites. I thank you for the opportunity to experience the literary feast of your journal, particularly the post "sick day." Please continue your wonderfully delightful descriptions of your life and experiences. I thank you for the pleasure of reading them. I wish you thoughts of peace, happiness, and contentment on this day.

from chiarella :

this morning on NPR, Edward Albee said Happy Days and Krapp's Last Tape were his favorite Beckett plays. i'm sure they'd make for quick reading.

from chiarella :

clarification: predetermination (biological or otherwise) is something i cannot comprehend. my intended joke was that i could very well be in error (since i had just read some sartre and because i am young and did not even read the text in its original language, in addition to the possibility that, having grown up in a liberal society, my understanding of freedom is already hopelessly skewed). maybe you, too, were reading french philosophy and assumed i assumed you were a twenty-something capable of follies? i thought the "Monsieur free will", though, was an acknowledgment that i'd probably read something by some pouting rainonallparadesevenmyown french existentialist, and was therefore making an unwarranted joke about your journal posting, which i was trying to admit may have been unwarranted in a roundabout flirting sort of manner. so much for clarity. i talk like an asshole.

from chiarella :

tee hee, tee hee. i guess i chose to poke fun maybe a little, yes. but i think we all know the follies of twenty-something americans reading french philosophy in translation. anyway, if you do manage to discover any better way of learning, i'm as in much need of it myself.

from raven72d :

Pitcairn... I was once a research assiatant for someone who was writing about the cutomary legal code developed by the Pitcairn Islanders...

from raven72d :

So... cashmere is always worth spending money on. And towns with English names are perfect places to acquire doctorates, even though I acquired mine in a town with a French name...

from chiarella :

i'm sorry that you have been biologically determined. it must suck pretty badly.

from reductio :

Do you want to be the kind of person who can close doors easily?

from chiarella :

at first i read your opening line as "there's a surplus of bears in the sea." i have to wonder if people raise questions of "ethics" to simply sidestep the real issue. "no," i would love to smirk back to the coworker, "in fact, people are not bears and the converse, and therefore bears will not feel the killing off of their swollen population as the sting of genocide. the real issue, friend, is how is it that human populations make such disruptive tenants that the native population of non-human life must be shot in a pseudo-sport, pseudo-naturalist, but truly beareaucratic manner? and, thinking thus, i cannot rationalize using a bucket to fix a leaking roof." and i wouldn't bring meanness into it. fear is the more likely culprit.

from chiarella :

i don't know how you can post that picture without so much as an aspirated hint of a caption, now i am suffocating for context.

from reductio :

you're right, i think, about how infinitely many boxes there are. that, after you uncover one and stop pointing at it, you'll find others. maybe it's best to not get caught in a box, and not to get too hung up on pointing at them. hope you're well. hope to hear from you soon

from critterstars :

i believe i know how you feel about work.

from reductio :

it is summer vacation. i think i'm supposed to be having fun. hope you're well.

from novembre :

my diary is locked for the time being because i happened upon a very nosy family member. to read novembre, just say "hello" twice.

from chiarella :

you're much more correct-songs becoming thicker, like a piling of transparencies and colored acetate-maybe the inverse of a combray, one song coming to stand for many memories, rather than any spire recalling the specific, meaningful churchtop. my trip is more aptly described as ohio to new york to ohio-i bought my car online and have to go pick it up. i just noticed that the funny thing about vacation is that the word focuses on the leaving and not on the going, is ultimately (meaning-wsie) about the being empty. my coworker mentioned the difference between holiday and vacation in german, and the dictionary tells me the former is germanic, the second latinate. although holy-day might not seem the appropriate term for summers off (again, off focusing on away, but not whence), i wonder how it might apply to something like your current summer scholarship. or are summer vacations and summers off phrases i only apply to life because of a current immersion in the life cycle of institutional academia? bah...

from astiocles :

hey, you. it's been some time. hope all's well. you seem pretty happy these days, if diaryland is to be trusted (not saying it should be, but still ...) the universe threw me a curveball this week so i've vowed to tell people how i really feel about them (no time to waste, etc. etc.) so you should know i think you're pretty fucking awesome, in this virtual text-based sorta way. it's always a pleasure to read about your Miss Adventuers in D.C. (apologies in advance for how creepy this is turning out to be) and I hope you really are well.

from chiarella :

sometimes even conversations with family or friends go that way. who's been working on moving what and when they'll go to look at paint samples and your cousin was surprised by your hair and i think you just caught him off guard, that's all. as if even details are somehow not even details anymore, but just part of some amorphous mass, and communication is anything but.

from laura-jane :

Happy Birthday!

from rainforme :

your diary takes simple things and makes them profound. excellent writing.

from splinterhead :

Hey Lisa! I just looked at your last entry (the one where you ate pomegranite) and I thought I should tell you about my new passion: Candles! I know it sounds crazy, but burning candles in the evening when you get home from work could probably be very relaxing and pretty to watch. And I also want to try gardening. I remember Evelyn once told me "adding a plant to your interior always give the room a certain charm" or something like that. It's true! Just some hobby ideas... But money making isn't a bad hobby... I'm starting to get into that myself, haha. Oh, but about ownership... NEVER! When I see all the shit Alain has to deal with as an owner, I'd rather just be a renter for the rest of my life...

from reductio :

It wasn't my birthday, but thanks for the wishes anyways. I never stopped writing. I'm just not always comfortable pressing the "done!" button when I'm done. (And did you really mean it when you said that I was your favourite? I'm a little ashamed and embarrassed to ask, but I'm needy that way -- especially during this time of the year.)

from splinterhead :

thou puts the lotion in the basket and thou dost this when thou art told or else thou gets the hose again

from realm-flyer :

i thought you said you were in a diary entry, sorry *.*

from spindle :

welcome home Lisa.

from astiocles :

thanks for the note, miss. it encouraged me to get off my ass for real and start updating. that, and your description of drugstore lethargy. be well.

from phu-pham :

hey, this is phu aka Brian...thats sweet of you to sign my tag board and to be reading my journal. i'll give your diary a whirl around. bye bye bye.

from reductio :

It's been a bad couple of years for philosophers.

from glitzi :

i like this place. <3 m

from midelne :

A pleasure to read, as always. Fangt an. :)

from peth :

glorious scratchings.

from when :

Ew. He is? Wait, I don't even remember Matt Hall. Was he the kid with the puckery teeth who always wore stripes? The really tall one?

from novembre :

guess what i have internet at the new apt now so i will be on all the time again. i've missed you. and matt hall is teaching math at fucking buena. gross man.

from novembre :

lisa i found the cd!!!! it was under the driver's seat! hiding from everyone and everything, especially hands searching underneath. i have the scratches to prove it. what is your physical address there with daddyman because i have a valentine so move it.

from novembre :

hey lisa the date on your entries says that it is march. it is not march! i miss you.

from novembre :

hey lisa, i'm sorry i'm so sick tonight. i looked through my car and never found the cd... if you happen to find it, will you please mail it to me?

from whenufuckher :

beautiful wrting...i love reading about your experiences...

from novembre :

man alive. i miss you.

from novembre :

buh yourself

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