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Well I don’t know about you, but I haven’t got any postcards in the mail for a long time…until now.
My friend Matt Bartley has been sending me some really great ones from his travels in Europe. Today I got the 3rd one he sent me and today I listen to the new coldplay album. Today is a good day. I did get disapointed, I thought something would come in the mail today and there was nothing, I really hope something comes tomorrow.

But seriously

I really think those postcard were freakin cool

Getting my bag packed with 2 pairs of socks, 1 Shirt, My Nikon, My iPod(loaded with subway maps) and My Dumas Book. I hope to have some awesome pictures at the end. See you soon…

….Headache…..
I woke up with a massive pain in my head, either caused by hitting it 3 times really hard last night at work, or because I havent had caffine in 24 hours.
I am looking at the snow build up outside and am angry, its pretty but my jeep thinks iceskating is fun and wont get on the road.
My wife is cute.

Finished my first G. Eliot book, Silas Marner- I liked the way she described the charaters in her book but because it was written in the bad english they spoke, it made it rough to read. I still think I will pick up another work by her though.
Started reading three musketeers and I put raisins in my oatmeal

 

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But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees.

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R. M. Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. And so I force myself, swallow and hold back the surging call of my dark sobbing. Oh, to whom can we turn for help? Not angels, not humans; and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel little secure and at home in our interpreted world.