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The poet, Ruiz says every human is an artist, "and the supreme art is the expression of the beauty of our spirit." The candid and elegant nature of your latest poem makes my heart ache because I have intimately experienced so much that you have. I could not help but become engrossed by the mental images your words produced. Images of shadows of clouds moving over mountains, the ripples that raindrops leave on a still lake, the sound of raindrops on the ground or lightly tapping a tin roof, the exquisite and yet piercing timelessness of one�s days. Your words are an arabesque of intense beauty. If you would permit me the opportunity, I would like to develop an art piece that incorporates your following words, "The day opens and closes outside against my window shade like a very slow blink." Simply wonderful words of yours that I would love to quote! Please drop me a note informing me of your decision. I thank you for the pleasure of reading the expression of your "beautiful spirit." May you glimpse a larger vision of yourself today and may you like what you see.

from hissandtell :

You know, I've been appallingly rude in not leaving you a note sooner to thank you for reading me. I will make time to read your older entries when I get home, and to catch up on your other diary as well (well, I'm making assumptions here about where to find it...but I'm pretty sure I can). Thanks again, darling. Love, R xxx

from invisibledon :

thanks for adding me to your favorite list

from arc-angel666 :

Iambic as in Iambic pentameter.....poetry....a metrical foot consisting of one short Syllable followed by a long Syllable, crossing to a short stressed Syllable followed by a nonstressed Syllable.....pentameter metron measure used in poetry...a non rhyming verse consisting of 5 metrical feet. In other words I like your poetry ;-).

from arc-angel666 :

Good Evening once again Ms Fox-in-Snow. I must tell you I have enjoyed your Iambic mood as of late. This last photo is that your backyard? I love that tree. As far as the lunch thingy goes its kinda weird. Usually if I'm attracted to someone for what ever the reason I instigate or introduce myself to that person. This situation is just plain weird. Ms X is a friend of Johnny's which I didn't know. I met her sister's kids, then her sister and finally her. This woman is a big time actor. I have been in the business for quite a while and I'm an establish character actor and have dated a number of well known performers, I have been very fortunate in my life and have been involved with a number of beautiful talented and sweet women, but this woman is someone I normally wouldn't see on a social level. Anyway I promise I'll tell you how lunch went, but now I have an outline to finish or Fox will have my Ass...its tough juggling two careers, but then again I like tight shoes, tooth ache pain and bumper to bumper traffic lol. Talk to you soon Good Lookin.

from arc-angel666 :

Good Morning Ms Snow: I love your poetry, some of it touches where I live. I believe I know that Imaginary Girl at Dunkin Donuts, we have spent some time together, she smokes cigarettes and stares out the window while I see images in my coffee and messages in her cigarette smoke. We hardly speak but there's comfort in her presence, as theres and odd comfort sitting next to my Alayna while she rest in the ground. Your last 3 Iambic prose was just what I needed this morning. I hope all is well with you Ms Fox in Snow

from shebreathes :

ps, not too much information at all. i say us grrrls should talk freely of these things.

from shebreathes :

i just got the note you left me ... i don't check my notes really so that's why it took me awhile to respond. thank you for what you said, faith is so important, my faith has been wavering as of late ... i was falling in love with someone but then he started dating my exbestfriend who i strongly dislike who is living with my girlfriend ..... sooo, my life is too complicated. but then again it's not. my heart is twisted arounsd itself in fear of losing everything i have. i tend to hold on to things too tightly. and now, i want faith enough to not be so afraid. and there is hope sometimes too in the summer sunshine, when it's not busy inducing panic.

from dragprincess :

yes! read Lolita. funny funny book. i live for ariel and the bell jar and franny and zooey is my personal guide through life. great list.

from kilowatt :

My dear Foxinsnow, I send you a magic eraser to wipe the slate of your heart and soul clean of all doubt, sorrow, and pain. I send you an enchanted permanent marker to write everlasting words of hope, peace, and love upon the fabric of your mind. I send you an evening meal in which you hold hands with the dancing cosmos with ever bite you eat. I send you a spring tonic, armfuls of tulips, and a form of praise resembling a corridor of water. "It is never too late to be what you might have been." ~ George Eliot ~ May you experience a moment this evening in a quiet corner of a garden, air filled with the twin scents of lemon and vanilla, existing in complete delight and pleasure imagining the possibilities that your life may entail. May peace be with you. Namaste.

from arc-angel666 :

Hi Sweetheart: There is absolutely nothing wrong with a little fantasy in one's life, heck I think about Ms Jolie and Hudson in certain delightful situations and I know them :-). Damn they are gorgeous I'd think if you didn't think of them it might be odd lol. Now I don't know Mr Jaggar but I admire his work and see nothing wrong with you having a wet dream about him, after all I've had a couple over his ex wife Jerry Hall lol. It sounds as though Arron is a bit frustrated with himself, and a little sweet on you. If that is the case, guys have a hard time believing you'd perfer them to say Mr Jaggar...he'll get over it. Its funny if someone truly likes another then they're going to have to accept all of them which includes wet dreams :-). Honey your fine. As you know life is a little tricky at times, do the best you can to enjoy it, half the fun is finding out how life works. I'm sorry to hear of your last visit from the Shadowman...but then again you made it through ...which proves once again you got the right stuff. Dealing with the shadowman is about as hard as anything can be, yet time after time you send him packing and that is quite an accomplishment and says volumes about you and your strength...I personally find you quite remarkable.

from arc-angel666 :

I should have known it would be you. Finally someone has brought joy to April 15th! Tax day, April 15th a day I have always treaded, until now. From this day forward on April 15th I shall place a star on my calander to remind me of just how special this day is. 26 years ago on the 15th of April the Powers that be took the sting out of this day and added joy to this world. They place A Fox in Snow and the world is a much better place because of it, because your in it. Although belated I want to wish you a Happy Birthday Ms Fox.

from dragprincess :

fantastic!! happy birthday! (and ps -- 30 is fabulous)

from vocalfern :

have a gold dust evening <3 bee

from kilowatt :

"Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest." ~ Larry Lorenzoni ~ Happy birthday! Your birthday is the date when divinity blossoms in your heart. Today may you celebrate another year of forward motion, honor the person that you are and will be, compliment yourself exhaustively, embrace the challenges of life and prepare yourself to embark on new adventures, consume cake and ice cream (if you are so inclined), enjoy the mellifluous tones of Tori Amos� voice, and sparkle with enthusiasm and partake of decadent pleasures. "Everything is created from moment to moment, always new. Like fireworks, this universe is a celebration and you are the spectator contemplating the eternal Fourth of July of your absolute splendor." ~ Francis Lucille ~ Happy birthday foxinsnow!

from his-holiness :

30 is not old, damnit!!! And I'm jelous you get to see Tori tonight. I haven't seen her since the Boys For Pele tour. Have fun.

from his-holiness :

You have an entry called "fuck myspace" in which I found no actual reference to MySpace. Are you on MySpace? Did you delete your profile after some frustration with their crashes? http://www.myspace.com/Klugarsh

from arc-angel666 :

Its a lovely day here too. This afternoon I'm going to sit under a plam tree and read and probably fall asleep in the sand...its one of those days for me..just kick back and relax. As for my dream of you and I, it was rather fun. I had my easel setup on the banks of a beautiful river, there were trees, flowers and boulders some of which were sitting half submerged in the water of the river. It was a meandering type river one that could lull you into a peaceful state of mind. I was painting when you arrived. You said hello and explained why you were a tad bit late. You were armed with a picnic basket filled with goodies, a blanket, a selections of 3 books and a vase. We touched hands and smiled a smile of appreciation for each other, the beautiful surroundings and a lovely afternoon that was to follow. We spread the blanket, I filled the vase with river water and you pick a few of the wild flowers near the river, it made a wondrous center piece for the picnic at hand. It was here in the dream I realized it was our first get together as friends. As we ate and sipped sweet Tea we shared bits and pieces of our lifes with one another. We laughed with each other as we told of misadventures in our lives, of foolish events, of plans gone a rye. We wrapped ourselves up in the warmth of the joys of each others lifes. We embraced the sorrows each of us have felt through the loss of loved ones. We came to an aggreement our loved ones were indeed like the water of the river, the river's water like the lifes of our loved one flowed away from us, they traveled into streams lakes and ponds only to empty into the Ocean who in turn through evaporation drew them into the heavens which would some day return to us in the form of rain and replenish us. We both know we will see them again and that brought comfort to each of us. We share our likes, dislikes, our joys and saddness. There was talk of travel, of distance lands, of dreams yet to be realized. With heavy hearts we shared our pain. Because of good company with understanding hearts, listening ears and brilliantly bright sunny day some of the dark cloud that clutter our souls disappeared. The day was spent laughing, dispersing of ill feelings, discussing the possibilities of enormous change in world events, the pleasures of having a good friend. There was talk of a Shakespean type love should we meet the right person, but most of the day regardless of the manner of topic the mood was sweet, kind, peaceful and joyous. We read to each other, switching chapters, once causing me to represent an old acoholic 80 year old woman, we laughed until tears streamed down our cheeks and I nearly wetting myself. After the Sun set we pack up and I walked you to your car. Once everything was aboard we faced each other and thanked each other for such a lovely day. You leaned forward and kissed ever so slightly my lips. It was a sweet kiss a kiss that sealed our friendship. We promised to meet again in our dreams. It was a joyous day and a lovely dream of friendship. So there you have it and under 10,000 words...I have a tendency to go on so lol. I am a prolific dreamer, I dream each and every night and some times several dreams in a single night. There was a time I had horrific nightmares, fortunately they rarely visit now. I can go to bed with something unanswered in my mind only to awake with the problem solved. I swear to you Alayna Kate visits me through my dreams. She brings comfort and peace to me. I pay a great deal of attention to my dreams and because of it my life as been all the better. I am glad to hear you are well, I think of you often and Sweetheart I wish you happiness, you deserve it.

from arc-angel666 :

Good Evening Ms Fox: I haven't visited for a while, but last night I had a dream and you were in it....I thought I'd stop by and say hello. How are you?

from shebreathes :

hey ... the address is: http://stumbleine.diary-x.com ... i'm glad you still read. <3

from vocalfern :

i love patti smith, by the way. ghost dance speaks to me in an ethereal way.

from cactustree :

all right, missy...i updated!!

from arc-angel666 :

Good Evening Ms Fox: Carrying a torch for 10 years doesn't seem wrong to me considering what Aron meant to you. After all you have a great history...He was your first Love your first Lover the first man you trusted. As far as carrying a torch, isn't it more like carrying a lovely memory. I would hate to think I'd ever feel differently about my first love, my first Lover the first woman I trusted. Every woman I have ever loved still remains in my heart. Yes things changed, and we did move on but the love still remains. As you know my Alayna passed away. We were so in love when she died. I went through some very tough times, there was deep sadness, terrible angry, despair, a numbness and a period I felt nothing except the love I had for Alayna Kate. The anger desolved, the feeling of nothiness turn into nothing, the feeling returned to my numb heart, the despair faded and the sadness softened....but the love remains to this very day. Honeybunny you certainly can love again, that man who will tickle your heart massage your soul, who's body will make that sweet music, that lovely 2 part harmony with your body is looking for you at this very moment. His heart has detected the beating of your sweet heart. His heart has told him that you exist that he must find you and your heart. You may already know him or may have seen him somewhere. Have you ever had one of those moments, where your heart kind of just beats a bit harder, or your breath for some reason just left your lungs, maybe your skin just get tingly, goosebumps? Your hearts (his and Yours) just spotted each other. Subconsiously the connection has been made. Follow your heart it will lead you to sweet and wondrous things. Remember the saying things go better with Coke (coca cola)? Life goes better with Love. Sweet Dreams Honeybunny. Respectfully Pro-Love Advocate Michael

from not-tuesday :

Oh well thank you. And thanks for adding me to your favorites too.

from kilowatt :

Reading your entries, who says one need be long-winded or over-wrought with emotion to communicate such beauty and sorrow at the same time? A sea of melodious provoking words that burrow into one's soul, an iambic maelstrom of thought to awaken the mind, and sweet quatrains of hope and longing to touch the heart. Your entries make my heart ache because I have experienced so much that you have. May you continue to dare to love, dare to reach out, dare to share your wonderful, unique self . . . you in all of your glory. I shall continue to dance around your notes page, spreading adoration like rose petals in an effort to wipe clean any pointless verbiage from others or doubt from yourself. I am wishing you the most beautiful of days today.

from arc-angel666 :

Good Evening Pretty Foxinsnow: Your new look is wonderful. Mr Lennon is a favorite of mine. I am so glad you opened your diary again. My browser apparently has lost its mind and could get into your lovely world. Even though I had the correct password I wasn't allow in. Another good thing is that of your picture, it once again graces your profile. There is alot to be said about seeing the face of a pretty Women, then reading her words, sharing her insights, being witness to her intellect. I have felt your sadness, smiled in hearing of your Joy and pondered questions you pose. I must admit I am happy to once again be able to read of the daily life of a pretty Fox in Snow. Ahhhh Assholia, an enchanted Place indeed. I don't know if you read 6 Weasels or Zencelt here at Diaryland but they are the Queen and Princess of Assholia.....its in Maryland Mums the word lol. Good Night Good Looking.

from his-holiness :

You're all locked up... & I hadn't caught until just now that you're at RISD. I've got a really good friend at RISD.

from o-r-they :

about white privilege, i thought the idea in this essay got it pretty ok: White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack by Peggy McIntosh. she says: "I think whites are carefully taught not to recognize white privilege, as males are taught not to recognize male privilege. So I have begun in an untutored way to ask what it is like to have white privilege. I have come to see white privilege as an invisible package of unearned assets that I can count on cashing in each day, but about which I was "meant" to remain oblivious. White privilege is like an invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools , and blank checks." she then lists some of the daily effects of white privilege. you might want to check it out. not sure of an address but google would be good, i'm sure. ---erica

from photorabbit :

is your name based on the belle & sebastian song? if it is, or if it isn't, i really love that song. it's one of my favorites.

from pretty-pussy :

welcome to the vibrator diaryring! thanks for joining!

from cactustree :

as the girl who is on the quest, i can only say that i'm starting to see that "God" is a term i can no longer use because that word conjures up so much negativity for me. "Higher Power" is more along the lines of what i'm starting to understand -- a force that guides the order of the universe, something greater than me. but this is still a strange thought and the journey continues.....

from his-holiness :

Angry Women has some great interviews. But yes, a good proportion of the women in the book, like far, far too many other artists have the passion & the intellect, but in the end the execution of their art proves little more than pomp. Brautigan has been a favourite for years. The Abortion is good stuff, but give Willard & His Bowlinf Trophies, and In Watremelon Sugar a shot. He's been dead for twenty years. Killed himself in his house in Bolinas with a shotgun.

from his-holiness :

Exene Cervenka was (& occasionally still is) the singer for X. She was also married to Viggo Mortenson for years. This book was published by Rollins, but she's written (& I believe recorded) with Lydia Lunch. & have you seen/heard Diamanda Galas' album with John Paul Jones?

from his-holiness :

You into Exene Cervenka? I stumbled across a copy of one of her books at a thrift shop, wa-back-when, and realized after I'd pais the 50 cents and taken it home that it's signed. One of those good, random moments in life

from postcognate :

I clicked on a banner, and here I am. I've read like a week's worth of your stuff, and I like what I see. You have a pleasante writing "voice". If you don't mind, I'll add you to my list and keep reading. -The Emale

from o-r-they :

isn't this trump marriage so strange? like everyone knows it is just about money, so love is not even mentioned? is there a sliver of a chance of there being actual love? does it matter? it seems like they both get what they want. a gajillion dollar, thousand pound dior gown!

from cactustree :

i'm telling you -- taking a year off dating and sex helps you to re-evaluate and keep from making mistakes from rushing into something bad just to feel loved. that's what 2004 taught me.

from cactustree :

word. new york is fierce. i live here. that's enough of a reason to move anywhere.

from cactustree :

i didn't know Walker Bros was capable of a bad *anything*

from cactustree :

and the funny thing? i'm worth more without a girlfriend -- i really am getting so much out making this year about me. recovery time, weight loss, tackling fear of flying: i'm getting it all! and you are so right -- we need to concentrate on the tasks set to us. time enough to spread the love later.

from kilowatt :

Regarding the words and meanings contained within your lovely entry entitled "faulkner and bowie", something resonated deeply within me. I believe that most individuals that live and view life through the filters of mental illness are highly creative individuals with an acute awareness of their environments. Furthermore, often the more talented we are, the more sensitive we are to criticism. That is because our greatest creative contributions are born from our deep sensitivity to people, circumstances, our surroundings, or life in general. Virginia Woolf described the experience of heighten awareness in �Mrs. Dalloway�, when Septimus Warren, experiencing intensely the beauty of the objects around him, felt that �the pattern� was beckoning him to interpret: "The sparrows fluttering, rising, and falling in jagged fountains were part of the pattern; the white and blue, barred with black branches. Sounds made harmonies with premeditation; the spaces between them were as significant as the sounds." I thank you for writing that entry that resulted in me pondering some aspects of my own perceptions that I had not been conscious of for some time. May serenity be with you in all that you are and in all that you do.

from cactustree :

in my 12 step program, we often say -- why didn't we get the manual that everyone else seems to have for living life? we're a special breed, people who are mentally ill. but it doesn't mean that we can't ever learn to live comfortably with ourselves.

from cactustree :

My rule of thumb for dating depressed people, having dated them constantly AND being one myself: I'll only date them if both parties involved are involved in therapy or, if it works, medication, and know how to deal with their depression in a healthy and effective way, not shutting down.

from kilowatt :

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." ~ Henry David Thoreau ~ I offer you my enthusiastic congratulations for passing your candidacy. May you find and savor pure happiness in your vast universe.

from mangotuesday :

turn your back and let it happen naturally. yesyes. i love your photographer list.

from cactustree :

and i'll return the compliment -- you ARE cool. and you don't suck. the self-hatred is lifting over here and man, it's about time. if i can...so can you.

from cactustree :

girl, i am so with you on the feminism issue. i, too, am having severe issues with women -- i feel burned and betrayed. not so much that i want to go back to men, but i'm so cagey and weird right now around the new women in my life. it blows. and feminism tends to leave me cold. what are we fighting for again?

from theyknew :

u will be ok..:)

from hamiltonian :

I am going to look for that book about suicide, as someone close to me well you know.

from kilowatt :

I can completely relate to your disdain for your daily cocktails consisting of a plethora of prescription pills. I have lived with a diagnosis of type 2 bipolar disorder for approximately 14 years and I daily ingest a profusion of prescribed medications. Furthermore, I know the pain from losing someone you love through the act of suicide. "The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb." ~ German Proverb ~ Conversely, it may seem completely artificial and saccharine to you, but keep in mind as you travel through today, that although the world may seem dark and full of sadness, there is still light and beauty and love. Light that shines upon and through all things, filling everything with color, lush and vibrant and sharp. Beauty, sublime and towering over every sensation, enhancing all things. Love, overwhelming and powerful, conquering all and flowing through life. May you find at least one thing today that makes you happy and fills you with a sense of peace and contentment.

from arc-angel666 :

You do have a pretty face.

from kilowatt :

I enjoy your dairy a great deal. If you need substantiation, this is how I describe your dairy within my profile: "Can I be her for a day? She is witty, insightful, droll, a refulgent writer, a keen observer and a poet. Furthermore, she constructs entries of a most enjoyable nature." Regarding, "Holidays on Ice" by David Sedaris, I believe it is a masterpiece of humor. Have you ever heard him read his stories live? If you ever get the opportunity to do so, I highly recommend it. I thank you for the pleasure of reading your entries. May the most you wish for be the least you receive.

from hamiltonian :

Vote for me diaryland president, just visit my site and vote today...

from arc-angel666 :

Good Evening Ms Fox in Snow: I have said this before, it is times like this after hearing your story that I regret being one of the external apendage members of the human race. My grandfather (a Southern stately Gentleman) once told me there are 3 crimes punishable by death..Murder..Rape...and RUDENESS. Rudeness at times seems intolerable and you wouldn't mind those perpetrators getting whacked lol. Men sometimes wonder why women don't trust them and feel uncomfortable being a lone with a group of them. You made an effort to be friendly and they returned your kindness by throw sticks at you. I'm sorry this happened to you, but not all of us are that way. I'm have many women friends, I listen to them , take their advice, learn from their wisdom, enjoy their POV's (points of view), Women are intelligent, on occasion display extraordinary Bravery, ferociously loyality to their mates and children and are willing to die protecting them, and men who choose not to have Women as firends are idiots. They are missing out on 50% of the population and exposure to new ideas and a different point of view. Once again I apologizes for those idiots and remember there are good men..about six of us LOL. Good Night Ms Fox in the Snow.

from arc-angel666 :

Good Morning Ms Fox in the Snow: It is indeed a treat to meet you. I have enjoyed reading your diary. There is an underlying sweetness to your words and I sense a lot of sadness. And you do speak your mind when the situation warrents it lol. Now that I understand the relationship you shared with Michael, I realize You and I have walked that same road. It is indeed sad, but I'm sure you feel the same way, I am better person for knowing, loving and sharing life with this sweet wonderful caring person as you do with Michael. I know this may seem strange, but because of the love I shared with Alayna Kate and us being together and our love so intense, it feels as though Alayna cells have replace every other one of mine. I feel her in every awaking moment. I feel her wisdom in my descisions, her love when I'm involved with some one. Having her inside me makes me a better person. Honestly I have felt her guidance when romantically involved with other women. I have never stopped loving her, actually in ways I love her more. Our love is eternal, it is on a different level. For the longest time I couldn't bring myself to be with another woman romantically, I felt it was the worst type betrayal. And once again I know how this must sound but it was Alayna Kate's love that allowed me to love again. I have heard many say let go and move on. I have moved on but I shall never let go. She is a part of me and it was she that made me the man I am. I don't know your situation and where you are with Michael in your understanding of his passing. You will come to terms with all that, but I offer one tiny bit of wisdom, allow him to stay in your heart. Your heart is capable of holding love forever, allow Michael to stay there and then open your heart to others. I don't know how much of my diary you have read. I have a very playful streak in me, I am always smiling, I love life, am always learning and love adventure. I love women and I have many friends, but none of that would have been possible without Alayna Kate. After her passing I could have just as easily dried up and locked myself up in a world of anger and despair. It took awhile and understanding Alayna's love. I knew she would never tolerate me going down that path and I decided to live again and allow her love to remain in my heart and life has been wonderful since. I am sorry for rattling on so, I sense I may have Talked too much for our first exchange. I am long and windy unfortunately and can go on for ever lol. Once again it was nice to meet you and thank you for the kind words. Respectfully Michael

from arc-angel666 :

Hello Ms Fox in Snow: I was reading Kilowatts favorite Diarist and came across you. I read a number of your entries and I like'd what I read. I kept coming across your referrence to Michael. I believe you and I have something in common. If you get the chance please read my entry entitled September 19th it still hurts. My name is Michael and it is nice to meet you.

from kilowatt :

You are most welcome for my previous note. Love yourself wildly and take care of yourself fiercely in the coming days.

from kilowatt :

I very much enjoyed your poem entitled, "lost in an open space." It is ripe with such beautiful imagery such as the line, "The grass ripples like green eyelashes." I wish you a telegram from your muse today, a telegram that says, "You are a brilliant, scintillating, luminous original who has much to offer the world. I cannot wait to see what you will create next." Thank you for your candid words and may you always be aware and bask in your own magnificence. Today, may you find pure happiness in your vast universe. Learn from the past, live in the present, and look forward to your future. Appreciate that which has been placed before you. Accept that which you cannot change. Strive to change that which can be improved. And love yourself unconditionally. You deserve it.

from theyknew :

Kick their ass!!!!!! nEo

from theyknew :

http://babesagainstbush.com/main.html\ you'll appreciate this!!!! NeO

from vocalfern :

hi i like you and your diary <3

from hothead :

okay, because i am i dork, i googled this for you. i myself am a gift-wrapping queen, but found it really hard to explain. so here you go, hope it helps. :) http://members.aol.com/tunadamsel/heloise.html

from neeeeek :

Hey, it`s freaking easy - gift wrapping. If it`s a bottle, you just role it into the paper, fix it with a piece of tape, fold it on the bottom in 90degree style for afew times, close it on the top with a nice cord and that`s it. If its boxes or stuff, yeah, just ask someone else, it`s to difficult to explain.Aehm yeah, come over to Bochumin Germany, and i�ll show ya ; - ) greetings J. Good luck.

from theyknew :

my tip....Tell them to go Fuck Themsleves... Pretensious assholes...let them wrap themselves.. "dont sweat it"... NEo

from theyknew :

perplexing

from shebreathes :

lj is evil and it kills my writing!! http://livejournal.com/~wordgrrrl

from kilowatt :

You are most welcome for the note of encouragement. I am not certain who or what regarding a song by the name of "Hang in There" but Queen wrote a song entitled "Hang on in There" that starts with: "Don�t let go, don�t lose your mystique, Wait a little longer, Tomorrow brings another feast, Don�t let go, don�t lose your reputation, Thank God you�re still alive, You�re still in one piece" Is this the song you are thinking of?

from shebreathes :

hang in there. <3

from kilowatt :

"Work banishes those three great evils, boredom, vice, and poverty." ~ Voltaire ~ "I learned long ago never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it." ~ Cyrus Ching ~ "Some people with great virtues are disagreeable, while others with great vices are delightful." ~ Duc de La Rochefoucals ~ I know not of the circumstances that transpired at Borders for you today and I am so displeased that some people behave in such contemptuous ways towards others, but please take to heart that life and work are and can be better than today. Please remember that as you travel through today, that although the world may seem dark and full of mean people, there is still light and beauty and love. Light that shines upon and through all things, filling everything with color, lush and vibrant and sharp. Beauty, sublime and towering over every sensation, enhancing all things. Love, overwhelming and powerful, conquering all and flowing through life. My wish for you is to find at least one thing this evening that makes you happy and fills you with a sense of peace and contentment.

from theyknew :

Hang In There! nEo

from o-r-they :

hang in there! that is a great song to listen to after bad work days, i always take it to heart(the song,) and you should too.

from theyknew :

Youre funny... fellow Chicago friend. nEo

from kilowatt :

I thank you. Being on the receiving end of your sincere compliment of my diary is a wonderful way to start the day. Your comment has buoyed my spirits. May you encounter copious amounts of delectable delights that result in "mystic deliria" for you today. "Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it." ~ Anne de Lenclos

from shebreathes :

i'm glad my diary helped! and i'm flattered that you mentioned me. i was going to close shebreathes but it's comments like that that make me want to keep it up. and i read the poem you just wrote. i really like it. <3

from hamiltonian :

I need to add you on to my favs...

from kilowatt :

"Appreciation is a wonderful thing; it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well." ~ Voltaire ~ Thank you for adding my site to your list of favorites. I am so pleased that you like my site enough to give it a trial run. I thank you for your support. I also thank you for your kindness. May your day brim over with beauty.

from shebreathes :

you rock my socks off!!

from gettingnaked :

Love your banner!

from theyknew :

chicago is cool..... hang in there nEo

from o-r-they :

ah! i've had some bad times with the ISO including a "friendly lunch" at which two members yelled at me the entire time, scolding me for not being revolutionary enough. fine! i admit it! i'm not revolutionary! please let me eat my burger!

from o-r-they :

i really like your diary.(!)

from hamiltonian :

What happen I think it she quoted her and then someone got mixed it and people thought it was Jean Houston. The same thing happened to Ronald Reagan in 1992 at the Republican Convention when he quoted Abraham Lincoln. Well it was actually William John Henry Boetcker. I am somewhat embarrassed, but then again it's no big deal... I added a ton of quotes through old entries that I had actually wrote down in my handwritten journal and transferred it...now its right.

from brucegirl :

Thanks for visiting my diary. And thanks for the note you give me. Glad you liked my entry :-) Have a great weekend.

from hamiltonian :

I screwed up.. the jean houston quote is actually one though I did reserach it should be attributed to Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. I apologize and am still researching this. I always try and track every quote down before I post them. Here are some Jean Hosuton quotes: "I firmly believe that all human beings have access to extraordinary energies and powers. Judging from accounts of mystical experience, heightened creativity, or exceptional performance by athletes and artists, we harbor a greater life than we know. There we go beyond those limited and limiting patterns of body, emotions, volition, and understanding that have been keeping us in dry-dock. Instead we become available to our capacity for a larger life in body, mind, and spirit. In this state we know great torrents of delight."; "Our senses are indeed our doors and windows on this world, in a very real sense the key to the unlocking of meaning and the wellspring of creativity."; "At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities."; We've succeeded in launching human beings into outer space, and the challenge now is to launch human beings into "inner space."

from theyknew :

hi, thanks for visiting... ~~nEo a fellow Chicagoan

from hamiltonian :

"My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy; if not, you'll become a philosopher."--Socrates

from hamiltonian :

"How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself."--Anais Nin

from hamiltonian :

I will have to check out Sisterhood is Forever next time I go to the bookstore.

from crackisbad :

Men need to die.

from malex :

heya, i really like your pro-choice banner :) made my day, in fact. that AND the picture of your cat... aww so cute :)

from turbogeek :

hey this is totalriot [on the diary that isn't locked]. you have to delete your original code and paste the new one in [for your layout]

from totalriot :

ooh you should get a new layout. those premade diaryland ones are so plain. just a suggestion.

from hothead :

that's a great picture...and your reply is coming. promise. :)

from hothead :

oh, my. i am so jealous that you met ms. dimassa. she's my (so radical it scares me) hero. i'm liking your diary quite a bit, and i'm was so sorry to read about your friends. loss and grief are very powerful things, and they do serve to bond those who are surviving them. i know a good deal about these things, too, if you ever want to talk.

from ang3l4g0tn :

thanx. made mi day! eye appreciate it. my mailbox was getting lonely. ;P

from ang3l4g0tn :

whoever the last person who sent you a note was right. you do f*cking rock. you are like the kiss of rememberance to all of us who are searching for hope. do you realize that you are a poet?

from hothead :

YOU, my dear, f*cking ROCK. the piece you put in your profile had me both laughing and pumping my fist. thank you so much for the note and for flying in on the banner. hope you stay a while. :)

from mess-age :

Hey, what's up? Why don't you update your diary? I' starting to get worried about you! You okay??????? hazelblink

from sukirella :

rock on.

from himeros :

Thank for the note. You write beautiful poetry.

from shebreathes :

yay for your diary.

from sunnflower :

Hi from Suburban Island and thanks so much for the note about my diary and your thoughts on science (you are probably right about that). I am a Tori Amos fan too and have seen her 3 times in concert.

from hazelblink :

:o) Thank you for inspiring me about Val's!

from hazelblink :

no more notes?!?! Am I the only one who reads your diary?! Well, just wanted to say I like it.

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