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I'm still here at D-Land at the end of the Year Nineteen. That's almost eighteen years here. I refuse to feel old, and I do have things to write about and people whose entries I still enjoy. I am glad you're still here. Anyway...thanks for the note, and do enjoy the holiday season.

from raven72d :

I'd love to be able to ctrl-z all the backstories...

from raven72d :

I'm still here after...sixteen years. No plans to leave anytime soon. This site is my home. And I still read along with others and enjoy exchanging notes and thoughts. Voices out on the aether mean a lot.

from candoor :

You can tell me.

from dangerspouse :

I've often wondered if you ever had any follow-up contacts with those sad, lovely prostitutes in India. That entry stayed with me. Glad to see another entry from you after all these years, even if it is almost equally sad....

from candora :

Oh Nebby, all the time passes and still I love you through my memory of your words. That kind of imaginary fall that never ends, ya know? :) I never saw you, yet you were always beautiful and adorable and brilliant in my mind. I hope you make your dreams come true.

from raven72d :

Wait--- are you really back?

from candora :

A rare visit to leave the smile you inspired :)

from candora :

being away, i forget, returning, i remember how much i miss you :)

from candora :

and reading your words brings a big smile - yay for dreams coming true - yay for a happy life... may it continue to get better every day :)

from candoor :

happy to see you've made it to 2015 too, even if just barely... i am at blogspot much more than here, still babbling, but mostly working and playing offline these days... hope all is well :)

from candoor :

random reading of old word document files of old writings found this link and brought me here - you missed your 7th anniversary so this is a reminder to update again, lame or not, it's a smile to look back ... hope all is well :)

from candoor :

time passes, they say it heals... i've been gone from diaryland a long time... i wish my respect and admiration for the heart and creativity i read in your words might help you somehow... you are such a beautiful valuable person who deserves joy and pleasure and all your dreams to come true... there's always hope, i tell myself, even as i struggle through challenges or feel lonely or gleefully babble on whether anybody notices or not... and even when i wonder if i am right, i know deep down, there's always hope... please continue hoping, dreaming, creating, and sharing your gifts with the world...

from nebulous615 :

msanthra - thanks for bookmarking me. i'd make a comment on your blog, but your notes are off. and only one of your posts are showing. also, i didn't see what guestbook you're referring to. i'm sure what you wrote was marvelous tho!

from msanthra :

signed your guestbook and bookmarked your diary.

from candoor :

I can almost stop holding my breath now (more YAYs :)

from candoor :

oh - so - YAY! :)

from candoor :

*HUGS* and hopes and wishes for you... i'd say it is partly your age, partly your heightened awareness, and partly coincidence (mostly the first two - consider how many people you know/have contact with, how many are between 18 and 45, and the actual percentage of them who are pregnant and it statistically it might not seem like so many, but emotionally, well, hugs and hopes and wishes for you)... one thing for sure, your child will have parents who treasure and appreciate the miracle he or she is more than most parents, which is a blessing in the end... that may not help much now, but it is still true and still a blessing for your child...

from xplodingboy :

I still think you write pretty entries.

from candora :

i never knew my biological family at all and hardly knew an adopted family, so dreaming of the perfect mommy was a frequent dream in this life... you are wise, intelligent, beautiful inside and out, compassionate, sensitive, creative, and more - all the qualities of the perfect mommy - you will be one, i have faith in you :)

from pureone :

I'm glad you found me! It makes me feels so loved! As for writing elsewhere, I just have a livejournal account where I post the same thing, but I've got some friends who only read me in ONE place, so I don't mind cross-posting. I'm only sorry it took me so long to come over and say thank you for the note(Is this a thank you note, note?) but I haven't checked my notes in awhile...I'll make sure to be more prompt in the future! :)

from z0tl :

Sarah Mac's daughter's name is India.

from candora :

but was it itsy bitsy? (new note for an old entry :) . . . hope life is wonderful in your world :)

from raven72d :

After so many years, I still read you and wish you well.

from ivyparker :

if only paris hilton could be more like you. all the best in africa.

from candora :

wonderful to find a few words from you in my word (I've been away from Dland a while)... I still admire your life, love, and words... I hope you find ways to continue living your dreams :)

from clickari :

Perhaps my services as an aunt will come in handy, too. I think you'll be a great mom. I'm surprised that you'd ever think otherwise. We're "achievers," remember? We always step up to the task and come out on top and it never seems like a big deal in the end.

from clickari :

that's funny. i almost looked into that "mystery shopping" job. But then I realized I hated shopping, and further research was not attempted. You guys should stay in my room with me and shelmaster.

from candoor :

stopped by to say hi and send love and smiles... I've been gone a while, all is well, hope all is well in your world too and you find time to use your gift with words :)

from candoor :

as usual (being late for me), I'm belatedly wishing you a Happy Birthday... of course, since it's just two days late and this is Saturday, you should still be celebrating... so Happy Birthday, hope life is great for you, hubby, family, and friends :)

from candoor :

nebby!... you popped up in my blogmad window lol :) ... if you catch this - they have double credits today - hope life is joyous and beautiful in your world :)

from candoor :

yes, definitely get back to your writing... remember the phantom memories and infinite creativities of imagination... publish and let me know where to buy... and wow, fun to be rich :)

from candora :

I love how happy you read :)

from poul :

congratulations, dearest! in a better world, i would be taking photos at your wedding. as it is, all i can do is to wish you many happy years together!

from candoor :

I'm off to a wedding of friends myself today... I hope yours was spectacular :)

from candora :

blesssings for you and your new family, your partnership, and your wonderful life :)

from candoor :

I still adore you from afar and hope your wedding is all it can be... excited yet? :)

from xplodingboy :

so what's wrong? clueless? give me a call or something.

from candoor :

I finally get myself here to say Happy Birthday and find there's wonderful news to say Congrats! to too... you know I think your writing is a gift, even when you don't feel you've hit your mark or have nothing to say there is a unique candor and sense of anticipation in your words... now my wish for you is... may you share your life and love in the flesh and blood world as well as you do in your words :)

from f-i-n :

love love love it

from poul :

well, glad you're alive :)

from clickari :

hmmm...i thought this wasn't happening anymore...ring? plans? how's 'bout you update your dear lil' sis?

from raven72d :

Punk-pixie is vur' good. So are the colors.

from jonathan :

Welcome to the Fivehundred Diaryring! You must have joined over a year ago. Look at me. It takes me this long to say hi! Great diary. Perhaps you should join the 1000 Diarying too - a thousand words over a thousand days.

from poul :

there are no answers. why don't you try to follow your heart?

from candoor :

you are a plethora of riches and you know what they say, the rich keep getting richer :)

from candoor :

ironically, your analytical mind (and defense mechanisms) may be most attractive to guys afraid of commitment themselves... or else guys who want to be mothered and your indecision can be seen as strength in that case... of course this is just speculation and may be read with the same worth as a fortune cookie... in all sincerity though, I wish you the balance you will need to truly share the diverse interests and lives you want to live... being wonderfully unique is not easy when you want the perfect partner :)

from poul :

silly girls :) no amount of talking will resolve anything. when you heart is ready, it will speak, with force that will leave your brain numb.

from jonathan :

Great you've made it to 500 pages .. now hit 1000! If you remain enthused then talk to us!!!! All my mates from '500' have given up.

from candoor :

hope your year is growing a big smile for you :)

from candoor :

happy new year :)

from pink-circle :

It's alright if you don't have much time - you can be a member at newbie level with little partispation if you like. :) ~Pink

from pink-circle :

{Circle Invite} On behalf of the circle, I invite you to join our writer's group. I have noticed your shown interest in poetry/writing. If you are interested, please note back. :) ~Circle Counsil

from raven72d :

Condolences on the laptop!

from xplodingboy :

(5/16/04) that's horrible...i hope you find it.

from poul :

you can see the wind: http://groups.msn.com/poulart/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=61

from clickari :

Did I tell you that I met christian in norway when I was there two years ago?

from xplodingboy :

5/4/04 how cryptic...

from raven72d :

Why are you at a school where cleaning toilets is assigned?

from clickari :

sounds gorgeous. Wish I was there. let me know how you're doing. i'm doing my homework--making tom cruise and a camel into a single creature. Yes, homework.

from kilowatt :

In a random twist of fate, I discovered your dairy and I lingered to read your words. I am in awe of your writing ability. I thank you for the opportunity to experience the literary feast of your journal. Please continue your wonderfully delightful descriptions of your life and experiences. Lastly, I thank you for the pleasure of reading them.

from poul :

from the narrowing darkness of my world, thank you for the light of your entries.

from candora :

I still think it is the honesty of your vulnerability that is most endearing about you (at least from a distance, in words)... patience, for a heart in love, is the most frustrating lesson to learn... remember you are loved, that you deserve it, and that you should always be surrounded by it - even when it seems far away for a moment... and keep in touch :)

from candoor :

You are more beautiful than ever, in love :)

from overtaken :

I love your words, and I grew up in Ohio (although not near Lima), and there is, indeed, something about the night landscape of 24 hour Meijer stores and Taco Bells. It makes me homesick in a way...*lingering smile*

from raven72d :

I've always liked living out of a suitcase... The peregrinating life is a delight.

from raven72d :

Jamaica? That might be fun...

from poul :

godspeed, little girl!

from raven72d :

"attempted photograph of the moon..." That's lovely.

from overtaken :

Thank you for leading me to your diary with the bread crumbs of your words in my guestbook. The images of your words are crisp, and your rhythms are refreshing--I feel as if I could bathe in them and dry under a wide open sky, refreshed.

from xplodingboy :

nothing is better than the real thing.

from xplodingboy :

those entries are my favorite

from raven72d :

The birthday wish... I do envy you, girl!

from poul :

pushkin has a poem about that. something 'when i am happy and in love, i am speechless'

from poul :

at the end, what counts is the knowledge of existence, not the actual touch. be happy, little girl!

from raven72d :

I'm more afraid of airport security than I am even of flying.

from candoor :

I suppose this might be a little late and I don't have an internet credit card anymore, but if I read this yesterday I would have ordered the much less expensive pizza and sent you the difference :)

from candora :

so much to catch up on (I've been away within myself), so I leave your diary open to return to when I have more time hoping the excitement and pleasures and happiness is the fact and the trust issues and worries and doubts are the fiction, for your writing is as compelling as ever and your personality even more adorable... hugs and much joy to you, dear neb :)

from raven72d :

Blonde is good... Though I do like pink tips and streaks.

from raven72d :

Hmmm... Is your hair still blonde or pink?

from opopopo :

gravitating in delightful mounds of frequently gargling melodies would not equal the awesomeness of you and your diary

from poul :

from raven72d :

Wuff! Congrats! Good luck on the contract...

from raven72d :

Insomnia or just late nights... I loved the 22 April entry... I miss writing and revising all through the dawn.

from greentealeaf :

been awhile since i said hi. have a nice trip neb. (i don't believe i've ever told you that i really like your name)

from wtf-reviews :

Hey! I'm just here to promote our new review site. If you'd like one, go request! Thanks! :-)

from jonathan :

It's been a year since I regularly welcomed anyone along to the 'Five Hundred' Club. Hi! You should find some regular writers here. I'd always suggest you check out ghanima and erato with whom I've been in touch for a couple of years - at least! I guess I should create a 'One Thousand Club' too ... or if anyone's counting the word content, 'A million words' club on top of that!

from candora :

I have felt between homes all through this life, so feel lucky you have the pull of someplace that does feel like home to you :)

from raven72d :

I've always admired your writing.

from raven72d :

"Flight" was a beautiful entry.

from greengrin :

Hi:) I think you write beautifully.~Lanny

from candora :

Dear wonderful Neb, you are definitely a worthwhile project to work on (and to observe from afar) as you gradually put yourself together. You peel away the layers of yourself to reveal more wonder and thirst to know still more. That is the beauty of life and of you. To be always in creating, always becoming, always learning and growing and living life. Life, the intangible experience of making something out of nothing. Seeing dreams in clouds. Finding yourself in the ether. Remember your name. Remember you named yourself.

from evenstar101 :

Thanks for the note! Everyone I've talked to about the Passion says that it was good but that it's just not an easy thing to watch. I'll think about it. Anyway, your layout is lovely. I will for sure be coming back. Take care. *Em*

from raven72d :

I love doing brats over a fire... And I miss seeing snow.

from erato :

[Laughs] I can't even type oh my goodness... that is too funny. Makes me think of that Latin American upper class commentary, which you probably ahven't read, but I must throw it out: Casi Gomez. Hilarious!

from poul :

the choice is not yours. 9 out of 10 unique world visionaries wear pink with green polka dots. the rest never leaves the house.

from poul :

i can soooo envision you in a pink skirt suit with lime green polka dots. guys probably took you for a bunch of rich billionaire heiresses. what did you write to deserve it?

from erato :

That has to be the greatest entry I have read today, thank you--I cannot explain how much I am laughing! We all have our vulgar hat-wearing Holly Golighties, don't we? But you are fabulous, darling, simply fabulous.

from candora :

This is a test. (beep) This is a test of the Emergency Valentine's Day System. (EVS) This test is to see if leaving notes around DLand will make this a wonderful day in spite of not particularly being with anyone romantically at the moment. (ummm) May the results be that all this love in my heart found some productive use. (smile) And maybe a giggle or few :)

from raven72d :

You must visit Moleskinerie.com-- a site where I go to discus notebooks and pens... And while I can't tell you about visiting China, I do hope to tell you stories about life and small wombats in autogyros and books and springtime in the Deepest South.

from erato :

I find it so interesting that the birth of something would mean the end of the life of the person who bore it. At least life as she knows it. Strange irony in that, a marvelous, marvelous little death and perpetuation. I think more than anything I would fear the resentment of its adolescence, to have given it everything and made it better than I could have been only to have it despise me and flee from me. No, I am not meant to be a mother.

from b0b0 :

thank you for the note. Strange thing is..I was just at your site the other day. I dont remember how I got there. You have a very unique layout with the links all in the one picture and all. Love it!

from poul :

model, yeah. i approve :D

from moretoknow :

Wanted to say thank you for the note, as you have searched mine (quite thoroughly seeing as you got all the way to the glamour shots thing...hidden on a rather obscure page) I will do the same for yours and peruse through. I ask you not judge me by my posted fiction work (since I see you're into that) but rather by what is written here--all of that is silly old sentimental...shit. None the less, hope all is well and the writing becomes less of a forced activity.

from raven72d :

I'm envious, of course. I type with one-point-five fingers, and I utterly envy anyone who owns a cool laptop. I write in Moleskines during the day; at night I write on long yellow legal pads. It doesn't feel like "really" writing unless I put ink to paper, unless I can see my own script.

from raven72d :

Do you write while waiting, or wait while writing? And...Moleskines (see moleskinerie.com)or a laptop?

from candora :

and good thoughts for your neck...

from raven72d :

I've never had luggage lost in India... In Slovenia, yes...but only for a day...and they delivered my lost bag to my rooms... A half-asleep Saturday-- I like days like that. And how is life?

from funda :

Hug for the heart full of love for family in need, a blown kiss for the wings that take you where you need to be.

from candora :

I am still thoroughly amazed, intrigued, even mesmorized by your language. And I wish I spoke it :)

from xplodingboy :

i told you you'd win...heh...congratulations

from xplodingboy :

i'm real sorry...i hope everything turns out okay

from raven72d :

Hey-- how have you been? Come write!

from xplodingboy :

happy for you

from xplodingboy :

come back to Earth

from xplodingboy :

i talked to my folks...about the stories...i just wanted to see how well they remembered them...my mom said they are still quite vivid...i'll probably get them to tell a few next time we visit...so i can record them...thanks for the idea...like i said i was thinking about doing that someday...but like always, you got me moving

from ivy9898 :

i know exactly what you mean. i would devour books like chocolate and now, well I just don't. A bad aftertast like you said.

from mariava :

Hi, Thanks for your note. I read about your book project about stories of children around the world. It sounds great. I believe we do belong to certain places, but that doesn't stop us from exploring the world.

from xplodingboy :

a week without an update...i tell you, SOME things are just inexcusable...heh...(p.s. hope you're having fun)

from xplodingboy :

4 days and no update...you should be ashamed of yourself ;-)...and dont try to turn this around on me and how i rarely update w/anything substantial...this isnt about me...its about you...heh

from behndblueyez :

hey thanks for leaving me a note.. thats awesome lol... dont worry about me partying to hard.. im just gonna be up all night with some stupid chick flick.. well thanks for leaving me a note.. hope you have a good time tonight.. make some good resolutions!!! -shawnna-

from xplodingboy :

glad i could bring art bell back into your life...ha...come on, admit it...you've missed him

from funda :

Just a choice we make... Reading my babbling one might never suspect that I have a quixotic voice cringing at every imperfection I leave in my writing. I have learned to accept failure, imperfection, even stupidity from myself. Only on the outside, like clown make up. Inside, there is still no compromise. Therein rest, rather uneasily, the dilemma that leaves me alone because it never leaves me alone.

from candoor :

merry happy, oh nebby one :)

from xplodingboy :

Yes...but why am *I* a cheeky little monkey? (in other news...owhay reepycay)

from candora :

Just caught up with your entries, riding your roller coaster, relating, connecting, believing in understanding, and falling in love with you all over again :)

from xplodingboy :

why do you keep calling me that?...:-)...just wondering

from raven72d :

Have an excellent Christmas... and do write soon!

from xplodingboy :

"come on and have a drink w/me...sit down and talk awhile..."

from raven72d :

Ahhh... the moment of knowing that you're just Over It...

from tragedy-ann :

hello! it's been a long time since i've written in my diary or read other people's. you have the unequivocal honor of being the first diary i have read...and i swear to god it made me cry. :) i hate it when people tell me this....but "i know how you feel!" "(Sometimes I feel like I've misrepresented those 6 or 7 months, but to whom? Myself? You? People I've talked to? What is the truth, how much is moldable memory, and what changes with emotional barometry? I fear being sentenced mercurial.)" i was thinking the other day how easy it is in hindsight to say "oh...it's not what i wanted" but doesn't that seem like such a cop out?! it does to me. i live by the words: "past made of stone future made of play doh" what will you mold your days into?

from poul :

re: Triple Black hahahaha, now i understand. my loss indeed :D

from poul :

reading this makes me happy.

from raven72d :

Flutes are vur' good.

from sadgreeneye :

And, yes, my middle name IS Dale, Is there a problem with that?? Alright, It's Paul..I...I just can't lie to ya, Neb. --Joshua

from sadgreeneye :

Yeah, 15 hours exactly, 1,023 miles from my apartment in Plano, Tx to my parents house in Milaca, Mn. I'd always leave at 5am, and get home at 8pm. Once I start driving; I only stop when I need gas, so, once every 3-4 hours. I'm a big fan of roadtrips. :) --Joshua

from sadgreeneye :

Yeah, it's so cool. I used to do the same north to south route, only from Minnesota to Texas, instead of Wisconsin to Texas. It was Minnesota, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas. It's cool cause I could do it in 15 hours; so it was the perfect distance for a day's drive. Massachusetts to Minnesota is, unfortunately, not do-able in a day. Anyway, hope you are well. --Joshua

from candoor :

good luck with the publisher and remember to tell me where I can buy a copy :)

from kristiana :

If you're interested...I just updated here but's it's not much more than a moving notice. Congrats on the progress w/ the book.

from poul :

yay! congrats!

from candora :

You are good, and better when you don't know it. (but enjoy knowing when you can, for you deserve to know you are... better).

from candora :

Somehow I want to give you a big hug then lift you up and toss you high in the air cuz you are most beautiful when you fly :)

from candora :

Something is happening and I wonder, imagination, fantasy, spirituality, or physical reality. Reason for concern or elation. Caring about something nebulous can be quite exasperating, but nonetheless fun :)

from funda :

you sound like you can use a vacation :)

from candora :

and will we see pictures of this costume? ;)

from candora :

you precious amazing wonder woman-child (it's the child that still dreams the most mysteriously wonderful dreams of saving the world and romance and all that supposed-ta-be imppossible dream stuff), I wish I could help give you time for yourself, for your words, for communication that is two way and not just you giving... you deserve that and I know too well how it feels to always be giving, to remain motionless as those who need wait to see if you are awake and shift to a more comfortable position after you are sure (or dearly hope) they are not there anymore... feel free to climb on my couch, I make a good ceiling when I put my mind to it :) ... I will do my best not to see you as the superwoman you actually are so the little one inside who does not always want to be the superwoman can pretend you're not, if it'll help (if that makes sense :)

from clickari :

Nebby--nice punch line. Girl Power! <smile> <chuckle>

from sadgreeneye :

Hey! So how's the state of Texas treating ya? Ahhhh, I do miss Dallas at times; admittedly it's mostly the Whataburger and Taco Bueno. The dense forests of New England choke me with claustrophobia sometimes. A wide open space would just about make me cry right now. So, what made you decide to get a job there(other than the fact that you went to school there)? I guess now I'll never get my picture of the little orange leprechaun, huh?(ultimate sadness feigned) I feel awkward about saying this, but I think you're awesome. I wish I had half, no, a quarter of your ability to write. I'm not saying this to then receive a note that says, "Oh, Josh, you're a good writer too," or any of that socially obligatory junk. I just wanted to give you props for what you do, baby! Your entries hold my utmost attention. Think about it this way, not just anybody gets on MY buddy list, ya know what I'm sayin. haha :) It aint much, but it's all I've got. Anyway, I hope you are well. Have some Whataburger for me if you get the chance. I'll talk to you later, Neb. --Joshua

from orgasmicrevu :

http://orgasmicrevu.diaryland.com/nebulous615.html

from ivy9898 :

i agree. nights like that are magical.

from candora :

Working with a young Indian girl each night I appreciate the friendliness, respect, and smiling philosophy of the culture. She is torn between the traditions (her family would like to arrange a marriage and the American ways (she'd like to explore her sexuality and choose her own way in life). Your words, as they so often do, painted a beautiful picture of your night at the dance. Do take care of your feet :)

from funda :

bejeebers for you too then, strength and love and positive energy... bejeebers are those things you might get scared out of (or rather, have scared out of you) when a particularly scary event scares the bejeebers out of you (idioms make idiots of us all, huh?)... a certain beautiful child by the name of melomane who deserves much better is challenged by the unfairness of life today and the call for bejeebers was a way of lending her support... make more sense now? :)

from candora :

Note to self: the wonder of your words (and life) should always be read before leaving a glib note (cheesy grin)... Note to Neb: a sigh is still a sigh, even in the woods, so enjoy every moment of the life and energy and friends and love and laughter and odd costumes and imagination and yourself and words (and me, don't forget me... oh, pathetic internal muse, why doesth though taunt me... stop giggling, this is serious, even if doesth is spelt weird) and every journey (enjoying, remember?) as time goes by...

from candora :

you have always been welcome, ya know? :)

from xplodingboy :

"capitulated the captured kidnapp-ees"...what a pleasant sounding stream of voiceless stops

from explodingboy :

Thank you for your comment kind.

from ghanima :

I already have the next couple prompts figured out, but thank you. I am only waiting for people to put up reviews and I know a couple have only just made their phone calls. Besides, I think we have done a good sound one this time, we should try something different. I think the new one will go up tomorrow. But thatnks for your input.

from funda :

to know the great writer before she is known is an honor I shall treasure always... I have missed you... also, if you happen upon some bejeebers, melomane is in dire need of some this week, especially Tuesday.

from candora :

it is good to know that I can fall in love with your words all over again... now I just need to find the time (and I will, yes I will :)

from baby-girl5 :

In October I�ll be host to witches, goblins, and a ghost. I�ll serve them chicken soup on toast. woopie once, woopie twice, woopie chicken soup with rice!

from raven72d :

existential mal de mer... hmmmm...

from candora :

you are a wonder (and I have been distracted by a story much longer than notes could bear) and you deserve much more time and attention and praise and applause and hugging and (wait, not time to switch into cartoon character mode), anyway, I hope to offer some more one of these days.

from poul :

quite humorous coincidence, considering...

from erato :

Darling, beautiful piece. I am positively delighted.

from candora :

a kiss for your heart.

from erato :

Can't wait.

from raven72d :

Ahhh... silence and all the words hidden within...

from xplodingboy :

"quiet strings" is so good...

from montparnasse :

That's fine--thatnks for keeping me appraised. We are losing some people due to that terrible demon Inertia, so don't quit! But life intercedes and supercedes. We understand.

from candora :

it is good to see your words again... and your spirit, peeking out, is still a blessing.

from montparnasse :

Phtbtp. There are no rules. Nagiko was Sei Shonagon's first name, would you prefer that?

from sadgreeneye :

Thanks Neb! But I must say, I've been back for weeks. You're just now noticing?? I'm hurt, Neb; real hurt. Minnesota was awesome. I hated that place so much when I moved to Dallas 3 years ago, and now I ache from missing it. I had a great time. I waved over Wisconsin at you. It was kind of weird cause I was waving at someone that I've never met 30,000 feet above the ground over what I assumed to be Central Wisconsin. I dunno. Anyway, Now that you're thoroughly creeped out, have a good day!! :) --Joshua

from radiowire :

whoa. your writing is so beautiful and sophisticated.

from xplodingboy :

i suppose it is...since you're so trendy and all

from xplodingboy :

ohhhh, "groovy"...yeah...that makes more sense...(who says, "groovy" anymore? ;-))

from poul :

::applauds::

from raven72d :

I like having time to think...and it's rare.

from raven72d :

The job sounds great...

from erato :

You should join the diary-execs ring. There is nothing quite like getting paid to surf online and read your favorite diaries.

from xplodingboy :

check your hotmail

from xplodingboy :

uh, i've been logged on...i dont know whats wrong w/this darn thing (yahoo messenger)

from xplodingboy :

i'm sorry, i don't follow...yahoooo what? oh, and in fairness to me, i started later than i had suggested originally

from xplodingboy :

no problem...ps i think i won...

from xplodingboy :

you need an "i" in "architecture"...and yes, consider that entry your refresher course

from erato :

I am sorry to hear of it. It is hard to sleep alone after one has been spoiled by the tacit comfort of the understanding of another's arms. But we survive.

from xplodingboy :

all i'm going to say is...things have a way of getting mailed ;-)

from khalehla :

Thank you for giving me the password

from allumeuse :

good god where are my manners? i forgot to thank you for the password. so, thanks. :)

from poul :

heh, i just got back from jamaica (the island). amazing place.

from raven72d :

Oddly, I knew a girl in high school whose last name was Yingling... Quite lovely. She married and divorced a pro football player, decided she was gay, and now raises thoroughbred horses. I'm sure all of that means...*something*.

from allumeuse :

May I pretty please have a password?

from sadgreeneye :

Oh yeah, and the whole "wallowing in person rather than in pixels?" That'd be kinda fun. Strange, but fun. You know what I mean? See ya Neb!! --Joshua

from sadgreeneye :

Hey Neb! I'm back in the good old Midwest July 24th through Aug 4th. Leaving at 6:10am from Boston's Logan airport on Northwest airlines flight 100?(I think), and arriving in Minneapolis/St. Paul International airport at approximately 10:16 am. I will be outside of the Northwest Airlines' baggage claim on the curb shortly thereafter, and will be expecting you to come and pick me up. :) Man, that's enough information to generate some stalkers!!

from sadgreeneye :

Ha! Can't say that I've ever read "Icelandic Sagas," but I guess that probably counts me as lucky from the sounds of it, huh? I was so excited when I saw that lady sleeping. I'm usually pretty nervous about taking people's pictures, so I just sat down at a picnic table about 20 feet away and used my zoom lens. She was the funniest old lady ever! I wanted her to be my grandma. :) Have a good one, Neb. --Joshua

from xplodingboy :

"Tickle writer's tummy for instant interviewing success!"...funny

from kristiana :

muchas gracias

from kristiana :

hmm...tried, didn't seem to work. maybe i'm just incompetent. email if you want but don't feel like you have to.

from thebabygrand :

Sorry, I guess that was a bit odd. I saw that you created a password for Msg-in-a-btl, so I used the one that was in her notes. I was just curious. Oh, and the pictures I complimented were the ones that deal with navigation (the desk), and the others that are placed througout, like the notepads. Sorry if I scared you!

from thebabygrand :

Wow, I really love the pictures on your site, they're very cool. You sound like an awesome person as well.

from xplodingboy :

i dont know in whose best interest it would be for me to be reminded...but consider me reminded by your note...;-)

from xplodingboy :

such hostility on this note page...tsk tsk

from ghanima :

this is the montparnass ring owner. a locked diary defeats the entire purpose of the ring. If you do not unlock the diary within 48 hours, you will be removed from the list. We welcome you, but only if you welcome us.

from autumnal :

Uh, no offense but why on earth did you join the montparnasse ring if you have a locked diary? It screws it up for the rest of us. This is about a group project - we read eachother's works and comment on it - so why did you join if you're not participating anyway? It's a pain in the neck to hit a random person and end up with that damnable password box.

from erato :

I seem to be locked out, these days... email me a secret passage.

from xplodingboy :

i'm obsessed with EBM...(see most recent entry)...not so much the music, although it is rather intoxicating, but categorizing it...i don't know, maybe i need professional help ;-)

from poul :

this made me cry...so much death, so much...

from sadgreeneye :

Wow, sorry, I didn't know that you had so much pent-up birthday aggression. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEB!!!! Achhh, we're young, Birthday's are neither good nor bad. Sorry for the delay. This note system must be slow. :) Hey! I congratulated you on your graduation. Doesn't that count for something?? --Joshua

from nyquilgirl :

merci. i hope you are well.

from poul :

sorry (smirk). but i don't subscribe to theory that ignorance is a bliss. i sent you email.

from poul :

nod...deleted...but sheesh, this is internet. everything you ever type is absolutely and irreversibly public. do you realize how easy it would be for someone like me to crack your password or even whole diaryland? users are so naive...(sighs like an old hacker).

from xplodingboy :

oh, i got it now...thanks for all your help, by the way

from xplodingboy :

i edited the titles but only the most recent one has the changes...the others still have the ellipses, and no []

from xplodingboy :

i'm thinking there needs to be more separation between each entry link...i added the ellipses to create that effect...i suppose it's enough

from xplodingboy :

you think i should leave it the way it is?...i guess i kind of see it as merely "acceptable"...how long?...i'm pretty sure i was finished by ten...so i guess around 45min or so

from xplodingboy :

i think it looks ok for now...tell me what you think

from xplodingboy :

apparently not, dorkus nebulous

from xplodingboy :

i see you realized that you posted that response to your OWN notes...haha...nothing gets past me

from xplodingboy :

[clears throat] it's called CROSSfading, actually...and it's not a diary, it's a journal...;-)

from sadgreeneye :

Neb, you're gonna make me cry... I thought I was special. :( Anyway, If you want to, you could leave me a note with your username/password, or send it to [email protected](for more security:) Anyway, if you would rather just keep it private, that's fine as well. I'd miss ya sumthin' turrible, though. :) Have a good day. --Joshua

from explodingboy :

Knock Knock (don't you hate it when you come home drunk and the front light isn't on and you can't find the key and when you do you can't find the lock. eb*

from raven72d :

what changes wil you make? What *happened*??

from raven72d :

I hope you'll let me join the list of those with the p/w...

from tragedy-ann :

i'm sorry you're going through all that. it's such a crappy feeling. you should take yourself out for some pancakes! :) i hope everything works out.

from ivy9898 :

i am short. :)

from donnaisblue :

what is this? i'm gone for a few days and you're all locked up?

from nebulous615 :

this is locked until I get some things back in order...

from greentealeaf :

you locked your diary ! ! ! =( but i respect your decision .. hope everything's going bew-tiful for you, Neb.

from ivy9898 :

poo.you locked up. hopefully not for good!

from ivy9898 :

poo.you locked up. hopefully not for good!

from raven72d :

25 isn't bad-- cheaper insurance. And you can buy hard liquor in Norway. I always thought 28 was the perfect age...

from sadgreeneye :

Ha! That article was so funny. I can't believe that they put that in the newspaper. They must have stolen the information that we've been compiling on the suspect, and published it to prevent us from shooting (a picture of) him. Oh well, ya win some, ya lose some. Have a good day (click)*krck*ckckrk*rrrr Agent Neb. --Joshua

from sadgreeneye :

Did the orange leprechaun kidnap you Neb? Neb? NEEEEEEBBBBBB!!

from raven72d :

That's a lovely evocation of late-spring and its pleasures...

from sadgreeneye :

Hey Neb, congratulations!! I envy your accomplishment; I seeth envy. :) Were your parents all like, "My Neb done went an' got hu'self a cawledge edgumucation." Ha, that's cool that even your mom knows the notorious orange leprechaun(I mean green, right?). Did you get a picture yet? I suppose you're spending too much time with loverboy, huh? Alright, well, congratulations again, and I will be the first in line to buy your first book when it's published. Talk to ya later, Neb. --Joshua

from raven72d :

Shakespeare... I need to read "MacBeth" again... And I'm the only person I know who's read "King John".

from msg-in-a-btl :

You have the most beautiful writing. As a young woman who wishes to write and to travel, I applaud you on your endeavors. Your journal is fantastic. If you ever wanted a portfolio and constructive criticism, etc., you should check out writing.com They'd love you there. -Message In A Bottle

from z0tl :

finally a place where i can learn new words in a more aesthetically pleasing manner than the m-w.com logohole offers. plus i'm a fool for nebulousness :z

from sadgreeneye :

He's back, and Nebulous is now complete. No more longing and lonely entries. I'm happy for ya Neb! :)

from funda :

wow

from sadgreeneye :

Come on, Neb; You know it's not a natural gift. :) It comes from being one of nine kids, and having to guilt my parents into giving me what I wanted(which I rarely did). But, hey, you might as well just do it. It's a good job, and the company treats us well. You'll be done with college soon, and you NEED to live outside the midwest.(maybe you have already, I don't know). Boston is the perfect solution for a good soul that's sick of cheese. :) Have a good one, Neb. --Joshua

from sadgreeneye :

Actually, we are hiring for sales. We need people really bad. Basically, I can't go on vacation until you are trained in. If you want a job, and a nice change of scenery, you should come and work here. :) The harbour and the North End are so beautiful it'd make you cry.

from sadgreeneye :

Don't quit now! I need you to be strong. Where the hell is the picture? Oh, but that's ok, just take your sweet little time..

from sadgreeneye :

Neb, I must say that I'm disappointed at your lack of progress. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were working for the other side. "Hard to see, the orange side is."

from raven72d :

Detente... the word originally meant to slacken the tension on a bowstring...

from clickari :

how often i have felt the very same. Because I didn't know how to explain myself, the differences were magnified as well as the distance between myself and my peers. I always saw the opposite of what I desired to see. I wanted to embrace and not push away, but I didn't want to be in that brass cage either. Thanks for sharing.

from meism :

hello, yes. from garage sales, flea markets, eBay, estate sales, friends who know i collect... was just thinking tonight that i should post more often. :)

from greentealeaf :

Thank You for the kind words. I'm full from a generous helping of your entries too. hmm ... I see a familiar green face here. *waves to Joshua*

from sadgreeneye :

Agent Neb, what is your status? krrrxxzz..Do you copy? What is your position? kckrrrrrr..Have you been compromised, I repeat, have you been compromised? kckckcrrr.. Agent Nebulous, if you can hear me, rendezvous with me at 0100 hours with the film behind the same giant oak tree that we used for the time machine blueprint; you know the one...If you can hear me and you copy, just tap the microphone twice..krrrrrccc..I copy that Agen Neb.....Agent Green...out

from sadgreeneye :

Wow, sorry about that lame-ass note. You should find out who wrote it, and kick his or her ass. Agen..errr..I mean, Joshua, out..

from sadgreeneye :

Alright, Agent Neb, what's the status? Is the "oriole in the nest" or is he still MIA? We need this proof to stop his piping madness. Can I get a 1040 on that? Agent Double-O-cool-as-hell, out...

from clickari :

good. what do you want to do? I need to have some fun! :) It's been a tough week here. We walk up and down the street for five hours trying to talk to people. We really stand out. Today, however, we get to try something a little different. Friday we go to the mosque. I'm looking forward to the weekend. see you soon! P.S. Do you want some indian fabric? $10 for 6 yds. Super deal!

from raven72d :

Ballard is wonderful. "Voices of Time" is my favorite, and I like the Vermilion Sands stories. "Atrocity Exhibition" is quite good, too.

from sadgreeneye :

Alright, well, don't give up. You still have to capture his craziness on film, Neb, but I guess I'll just have to be patient. Good effort, anyway! --Joshua

from raven72d :

Complicated... I understand that all too well. But then-- I'm only happy when it rains.

from clickari :

I took the ink blot test--very interesting. I was pegged as one who has a lot of imagination--a constant need to create and an ardent enemy of destruction. Any situation that I'm in that stifles creativity makes me uncomfortable, according to them. They're quite accurate. I laughed. How could they tell that from random blobs of ink?

from sadgreeneye :

Sweet! That's gonna be cool. I can't wait to see him. Remember to run like hell after taking the picture as most weirdos don't like having their picture taken. It is reminiscent of the Simpsons episode where they are going to burn Lisa at the stake for saying that the earth is round, and then someone takes a picture of Grandpa Simpson, and he says, "Hey, give me back my soul," and runs after the photographer. Ha, that was a good one. Good luck, don't let me down. --Joshua

from candora :

the waiting is the hardest part, but it does not have to be useless if you use the longing, the anticipation, the angst or doubts, and all the feelings and numbness to create something... challenge the writer... use the emotion... for instance, write a story that would explain waiting, and longing to a four year old... maybe from a "waiting longing for the other parent to visit" perspective for kids of separated parents... or to grown ups, since we do a lot of waiting too... feel free to ignore my suggestions if they aren't going anywhere in your head :)

from clickari :

hello. I see that you are online. I was wondering if we could chat. I'm looking forward to seeing you next weekend. Can we hangout on saturday?

from raven72d :

It's still a great image... How's the prospect for life beyond graduation?

from candora :

sometimes I feel like the lit man and obviously (according to many) I need a crossing guard, but that's besides the point... may you find the right recepticle for your tears.

from raven72d :

"anaerobic plateau"... interesting image.

from baby-girl5 :

Neb, I would like to read them very much. I just learned how to read lot's and lot's of books!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

from sadgreeneye :

Where's the promised picture of the orange-clad piping piccolo player? Just stand behind him and inconspicuously snap his picture when he's not looking, and then run like hell. It'll be fun. Alright, well you didn't promise a picture, but I still want to see him. Keep it real, yo. --Joshua

from baby-girl5 :

I would like to read your story! ***********************!@#$%^&*()____

from sadgreeneye :

I write for you, Neb. Didn't you know that? :) No, if that's what you're asking, Boston finds me museless with a million possibilities today. I write to a past. Nosy, aren't we? :) awww, come on, I'm just kidding... I'm really not as depressing as all of this crap sounds. :) Have a good one. --Joshua

from candora :

it's a blessing, it's a curse, it's a double edged sword... spanning pathos to ethos to eros to lord... of all the riches that have torn the world apart... most precious of all is the harmless heart.

from raven72d :

It's not that I'm ashamed of sexual desire, or of lust. It's not that I don't feel a tremendous surge of attraction and desire for leggy co-eds. It's that it's now socially shameful to be thought of as having desire. Lust itself has been made suspect. I'd be ashamed-- not guilty. mind you, but ashamed --to be mocked for feeling and showing desire. No one is supposed to feel lust any longer, and men who look like me are regarded as particularly contemptible and open to derision for experiencing desire.

from raven72d :

"Kodachrome"... I like the song. Though I was always found of High-Speed Ektachrome myself... The blue of the sky came out in such a delicious shade...

from raven72d :

Leering... I'm too ashamed to be found doing that ever to leer.

from candora :

so you've got great legs, figure out how to enjoy being physically attractive (consider it an intellectual challenge)... and remember, a shallow guy does not diminish your beauty and worth within, just focus on the compliments you enjoy... I loved the trip back in musical time :)

from raven72d :

I'd never have the nerve to compliment a girl on her legs-- at least outside of a club. I'd see a girl with long, elegant legs and sigh to myself about her desirability. But I'd be ashamed to tell her I thought she had excellent legs. It's become unfashionable to compliment a girl on physical beauty, to imply that she might be sexual, sexy, sexually desirable. And men who look like me aren't allowed in any case to speak to leggy, attractive girls. So I'd be too ashamed ever to say anything.

from sadgreeneye :

That's right, "Once, Twice, Three times an Uncle." :) She's cute huh? When you said that I remembered this guy that I used to work with in Texas. He was always concerned about his matching clothes and perfect hair, etc.. I always used to say "Dude, you are once, twice, three times a lady." Then everyone would laugh at him. Yeah, guys are big into making fun of each other. Completely unrelated, but it just made me think of that. I guess any way you look at it I'm just really, really cool, ya know? :) Have a good day.

from candora :

you justify your happiness by accepting the gift that others give to you... several perspectives come forth and I explore two... from the standpoint of the soldiers, the point of standing up for and risking life for freedom is so that those who can (you) will use the freedom to live the happiness that can be created and shared... some sacrifice so that others may fulfill the dream of a wonderful life... without your wonderful life, their sacrifice is for naught... and from the caged bird perspective, the happiness you can create and share balances the hardship and sorrow others bear and keeps the energy balanced and hope alive, for without you what would the caged or abused look to for hope... it is the responsibility of those who can live the dream to live the dream, so that those who can not live the dream can continue to dream that it is possible that one day, we all shall believe we are not the only ones...

from candora :

no, you are definitely not the only one...

from sadgreeneye :

Hey Neb! Thanks for the Congratulations! I wish I could go and see her, but, unfortunately, Minnesota is too far away for a 2-day weekend :( You need to take a picture of the orange-clad-piping-piccolo-player, and put it on your diary; that'd be funny to see him if you have a digital camera/or scanner. It's cool how crazy people make you feel really sane, huh? Have a good night --Joshua

from anne-jumps :

hey! i am just a fan, but i am glad they're playing/headlining at the house of blues (jump, little children, that is). i love that lj icon too... that's a great movie. :)

from raven72d :

Jerry the gerbil is cute... And one day I want to be on your favorites list... (By the way-- I can't do accents...except the Old Pirate voice from Spongebob)

from raven72d :

Sounds fascinating! I'd love to read some of your writing...

from raven72d :

Tell me more about the thesis...

from annie-m-s-b :

Neb, baby-girl5 is my neice and her diary was gone for a few days during the server change. I will tell her about your note and when she come's over next time to my house I am sure she will reply to you. She will be thrilled! Annie

from xplodingboy :

i tend to pray "automatically" when i go to bed...tonight i'll make sure i say a specific one for you and your family/loved ones

from raven72d :

where have you been? i do miss you...

from candora :

sometimes there are just not enough hugs in the world, so here's another *hug* and a pre-massage massage message hoping all whom you love, and everyone, and your words inside, and you, all come out alright.

from candora :

don't believe in can't... a parable for all, or personal metaphor, or both... beautiful, chilling, proof of your precious gifts, and why I believe you can do it.

from sadgreeneye :

Ya know what? He WAS there! I saw him on one of the bagpipe floats playing the piccolo like a madman. Only his beard was dyed green, which contrasted quite nicely with the orange jumpsuit. Alright, I'm lying, but you still shoulda been there, it was cool.

from iloveherdude :

P.S. start your own zine about love! the world needs more positive examples of love. it's amazing how hard it is for everyone to accept our zine just because it's about love.

from iloveherdude :

thank you thank you thank you for the note :)

from candora :

use the hunger to create immortal expressions, paint your emotions on the page with words that leave you breathless and while aching to share the words in the flesh, still exhilerated to have known such a feeling, amazed to have dared to experience it, to focus it, to create such literary art.

from caezar :

you are a very lovely writer

from candora :

ok, so you inspire me (good to admit these things and give credit where it's due, right?)... I tried to leave a guestbook entry, don't think it worked, so I decided to embarrass you (lovingly, of course) in a journal entry... hope you don't mind, wink, nudge, na-na, and all that.

from candora :

the little computer that could can access you, yay... I shall explore the mind stimulation you sent, if you knew how much you are appreciated, you'd blush... and finally, for this note, I tell myself I am not doing it, and then I read your words and realize I am, and yet I do not want to... zenith cries at unavoidable truth, I laugh with instinctive defense, there must be a compromise... I'll let you know when I find it. until then, during these wandering days, I thank you for the smiles you inspire here, for I recognize myself too well so often in your words that you have become a map I can count on when I wish to return from wherever it is I may wander... bless you, beautiful muse.

from xplodingboy :

"zenith cries"...these words mean so much...these aren't just words on a page...they live and breathe...honestly, you bring these words to life

from xplodingboy :

"word plays" is beautiful...i found it to be very sweet

from caerydd :

I was hoping it would be more indepth than that, but it kinda failed. Aesthetics is my favourite course right now. Did a bit of Kierkegaard last term, starting my paper or Nietzche or Foucault tonight. Pure philosophy degrees are fun :D

from candora :

the bus stops, the steet corners... that's where the scarves come in... scarves as a metaphor for the piece of yourself you leave behind... perhaps just the smile, the eye contact acknowledging existence, the caring heart showing through, the hope in the face of hopelessness, the love, if sheltered and tentative, the desire to make it better, even if you don't know how... that's a lot to do, a lot to leave at bus stops and street corners... the knack of how, your special way, that is the learning experience you go through every time you open your eyes to see a little more... keep looking, I sense you will find your way...

from xplodingboy :

i cast my vote for version 2...i'm not sure what stands out to me...it just looks appropriate

from clickari :

truth?

from raven72d :

Add Eric Andersen's "Ghosts Upon the Road" to your own list of nomadic songs...

from raven72d :

I'll have to look for the song...

from candora :

just last night I was on the phone with someone who said be careful what you wish for... I was inviting aliens, or dead people, or anything out of the ordinary to pay me a visit... be careful what you wish for, she said, if you open the door for them, they will come in... I installed a revolving door... nothing's come through yet... I am happy to hear all (except your bank account) is well after your skid... take care of you.

from candora :

I should have known that the one line goodnight was not going to last. I love your play, your crisp way with words, but most of all it is your thirst for knowledge and your hunger for passion that makes every visit a thrill.

from xplodingboy :

whats this thing you speak of?...what is this, "snow"?

from raven72d :

Hmmm... Perhaps it means that you've kept Escape as an option...

from sadgreeneye :

You kick ass, Neb. Aw, hell, how many months is a fortnight again? :) Have a good one.

from sadgreeneye :

Yeah, but money comes at too high a price. I envy only monks and millionaires. So, about that blueprint?

from raven72d :

I used to be vur' much the music snob...and I used to know club music with my usual overanalytic intensity. And then grunge, hip-hop, and boybands happened-- and club fashion changed away from all-in-black/designer to street/"keepin' it real". So I've lost touch... But I still have my fascinations and addictions... These days-- ethereal, darkwave, female-vocal bands...as well as '80s synthpop and '80s industrial-dance.

from raven72d :

Hmmm... I thought Hooverphonic was the name of a band as well. Am I confusing it with Stereolab in some mnemonically-twisted way?

from candora :

heck, I miss you and I never even met you, but I don't count, I live in your pocket... the more you write, the more I cut and paste... there must be a way to download the entire site without cutting and pasting every page... I'll figure it out when I find time... meanwhile I just got back from the dentist and can't feel at least a third of my head... they called it a deep cleaning... I heard a lot of drilling noises... pardon the drool... and I think I slept through part of it... what day is it?... I slept on Saturday for a few hours... I think... therefore, I must be?... there's an email in progress yet here you are demanding more of my attention... that's not a complaint, it's an outrage! (I should probably sleep now)

from candora :

wonnerfil wunnerful yay for the job, yay for the Neb... I think you're funny too (seriously... great last few entries... and remind me to introduce you to Anon one day, lost lost sib of Wacko, Yacko, and Dot)... this is just a moment to pause for applause... everybody applaud Neb... bravo, bravo, and more bravo... beware of those who tell you that you are enjoying something or someone too much, they just don't get it and people who don't get it can be dangerous to people who do... finally, for now, everything is motivated by self-interest... I am applauding here because it feels good to let you know how good reading you feels... kapish? :)

from raven72d :

All the best poems are about loss in some way... And I can't for the life of me remember the sound of Hooverphonic...

from beagle47 :

"Spring. What a lofty concept." and, what a wonderful season. peace. (and i really mean that).

from candora :

what a pair, one nebulous and one not always decipherable (or perhaps you meant your playful comments to me?... I smile warmly and play freely with words because I trust myself and know I intend no harm... at any moment, the play can stop, as you like it - or if you do not... the email was real)...

from raven72d :

No, no-- that's okay.

from raven72d :

Ummm, okay then.

from candora :

the difference between a guest and a trespasser may be in the invitation, or lack thereof for the latter, however a once welcomed and encouraged and much wanted guest can easily become a trespasser if an invitation is too nebulous, that is, if the lines of comfortable approach and egress are not clearly delineated and understood by both parties involved.

from sadgreeneye :

No, no peace intoners, or perfect piccolo players. It's a bit too sane for Boston, I think. :) Have a good day.

from raven72d :

I miss being read to... That's a thought that struck me after reading your last entry. My father would read to me from books on history when I was vur' small. That was my introduction to the idea of other places and times...

from raven72d :

Ah, then-- those stories are...somewhere...in your older entries?

from candora :

that was probably one of my favorites... fre-form rambling (aka babbling) is sometimes the most real writing online...

from candora :

passing these notes is an interesting method of communication and I laugh at my own poorly crafted rambles (the art of seeing through design and structure to find content may be a lost art, but it is one I attempt to refine in my reading)... I am beginning to believe you could scrawl drunken jibbering in pastel chalk on crumpled paper bags and I would be drawn to read... yes, there's a compliment in there, in case you wondered... it is to know, not to review, that I come.

from candora :

the challenge, I find, in returning to your beginning and reading from the start, besides lack of time, is actually finding the links and order or your writings... maybe it's my old laptop that still used IE4.0, but your older.html page comes up with an "invalid argument" error message and appears blank.. though when I view source I can see the links and cut and paste and visit pages mostly at random, I'd rather fllow the links as you laid them out... so my journey from your beginnings to now has been delayed by "invalid arguments" that appear to be out of my control... and now that we've got the idea of perfection out of the way, you should know that I found your comments (finally) and responded (finally) and you are appreciated more than words can say... applause for you from me.

from candora :

from raven72d :

Balcony rope swings... You must tell me those stories...

from raven72d :

Alas-- your e-mail via diaryland isn't working...

from raven72d :

The late-night city is a place where I do feel at home... I love walking alone through neon-lit, empty streets, past silent doorways...

from candora :

what woodwork could hide the likes of me when tantalized by the whims of thee

from raven72d :

Useful Things In Volapuk: 1=bal,2=tel,3=kil,4=pol,5=lul,6=mal,7=vel,8=jol,9=zul,10=bals...

from raven72d :

Good luck with the sonnet!

from raven72d :

Volapuk is the artificial language of small wombats everywhere in Estonia. It is the official language of Volpukia, the mythical land reached by Bactrian camel caravan across Mongolia and through the Land of the Wild Pikachus.

from raven72d :

I do hope the interview thing works out. I *hate* interviews myself.

from kilgoretrout :

I loathe guestbooks. I pour my very SOUL into that blank field, and command that precious information be sent to you...only to be greeted with the cheerful message "OOPS! You can't sign again that fast!" Perhaps the message should read "Whatever you just spent your time writing is utterly meaningless to this cold, heartless machine. Let this be a lesson to you...your creations will get the best of you, one way or another." In any case, before I let Ms. Bj�rk wrap her motherly arms around me in a sleepful embrace, I'd like to request an email from you...perhaps a story, with a desolate all-night diner, on a rainy january evening. Something a little better than the heartless guestbook medium. And thank you for the pictures...I do appreciate a face to talk to. Makes the cold, anonymous world of the internet a bit les...cold and anonymous, don't you think?

from raven72d :

The photo I found was lovely, your writing no less so. And I envy you the ship... I have a longstanding long of sea voyages...

from clickari :

Your note <garble> waasdcwef<garble> goodadfc <static> yo-br--king -p...need for newsletter for my dts. but i'll just think of one today since i want to send this out soon. Thanks. you going to call me sometime?

from sadgreeneye :

What's up Cheesehead! :), calm down, I'm just kiddin. Thanks for the note. Two girls that I know from high school are going to Stout. I don't know if that's near you or not, but hey, I thought I'd try. Minnesota feels a long ways away right now. Have you ever been up to the north shore along Lake Superior? It's beautiful, I miss it. Alright, well, thanks again. Have a good day.

from clickari :

need help. title for newsletter. "clips from clickari" too cheesy. need soon. respond by tomorrow. or i'll call.

from prncsreviews :

hey, you have been reviewed and you did very well!

from ergoatlas :

Thanks for reading and for your question. The short answer is "we allow each other to have sexual relationships outside the marriage under a defined set of circumstances". The long answer is found in reading my journal and hers (violet-leigh.diaryland.com). Hopefully that helps.

from dpentacles :

How did it feel to be a guinea pig? By the way,you seem to be a workaholic.Don't kill yourself.

from w00dstock :

i just found your diary by searching "maybe almost always means no" on google :)... i read a few enteries, but seeing as how i can't read or write( ;) ) i stopped. My feeble attempt at a diary was w00dstock.diaryland.com. The usual suspects was an awsome movie!!! (your profile, in case you wondered where that came from) alright, enough psycotic behaviour from me for one day... g'night

from nebulous615 :

"if i were peter pan you would be my happy thought" I just needed to include this pick-up line for posterity.

from wordpainter :

"Muffled" is absolutely astonishing! I can't even contain the angst depicted! It's amazing, Neb...it says so much about how the trapped feel - those in the rubble and every other American that's not. Thanks for sharing your beautiful thought with us.

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