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Sunday, August 25th, 2002
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2:05 am
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how can i possibly describe . . .?
two days left in paradise, wood-stove dinner and conversation at the old ranger cabin up bridge creek, leo party tonight, treehouses, emerald pool, and moonlight canoeing. . .
i have a place, now - a little fairy-land, which i know forwards and backwards, i know all its mannerisms and secret passages, it is mine and i will come back some day, and go back to all those hidden places and re-live the magic of ancient things.
i have finally discovered a kindred spirit of my own, this whole summer was worth it just to have made that discovery.
speeding down the gravel road through the north cascades, i am in love, the stehekin river thundering to our right sun blazing through the trees mountains towering as ever, my hair flying every direction under my harley hat and arms now out flying now wrapped around tight, the road goes on and on and i feel like it will never end, i feel like a dream and happier than i can say, wholly content and in love, with everything.
time dwindles down and melts everything away until only the most essential remains, and finally you know what matters.
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| Monday, July 15th, 2002
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8:48 am - holy shmmnnrffff!
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seattle is approximately the coolest city ever.
oh yes it is.
i like driving around in the left side of old mail trucks.
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| Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002
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11:24 pm - July 3, 2002
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Vienna, VA: Great Big Sea
Stehekin, WA: Motorcycle rally
Gary's Van, WA->AB: On the Road to BANFF
(dance a little extra for me . .)
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| Wednesday, June 5th, 2002
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6:45 pm - live from the Pacific Northwest
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well, it's my fourth day in paradise, and the only thing I want in the world is.. a plane ticket home.
Things are not so shiny right now. Maybe they'll improve. In the meantime, start brainstorming creative ways to extricate me from this place, especially ones that will hopefully not preclude any future employment with the National Park Service.
Also in the meantime, I gave you the wrong address in the last post. It should be just [B.C.K] PO Box 81 Stehekin, WA, [zip]. Although, really you could write Bradley Kennedy, Small Crappy Bunk Bed in the Shack by the River, Stehekin WA and it would get to me. (it would just be the town gossip for the next 3 days)
This place would be wonderful if there were lots of crazy wonderful people around (like, you all). The problem is that everyone here is insufferably dull. Anyway, the moral is that you should all come visit me, because you won't believe how impossibly beautiful it is, and I will be saved from my constant boredom. And send packages. Especially packages involving food. I have no idea how to cook for myself and it's not going so well
(never teach yourself how to cook in a setting where you have to order your groceries a week in advance, and there are no restaurants to save you from yourself)
More profound insights to come as the weeds and I spend more quality time together. i love you all!
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| Monday, May 27th, 2002
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10:50 pm - caught you looking
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steve (10:26:29 PM): Bradley, I was under the impression that you are serious and morbid
steve (10:26:48 PM): I will have to reasses my feelings about you in light of this new evidence
steve (10:27:01 PM): there is no time for frivolity in life!
steve (10:27:16 PM): my livejournal name is actually pixiesmasher
steve (10:27:58 PM): in each journal entry I metaphorically tear the wings off Tinkerbelle
steve (10:29:03 PM): and you thought what you were eating was granola and lentils!! think again!! pixie poison!! HA HA HA!
steve (10:29:37 PM): you will soon be a zombie totally under my control
steve (10:30:28 PM): you will spend 8 hours a day watching television, you will wash your SUV 3 times a week with non-biodegradable soap, you will buy all of your groceries one at a time and get a separate plastic bag for each one!
steve (10:30:59 PM): and your diet will consist of veal, ground beef, and AMERICAN CHEESE!!! HA HA HA!!!
steve (10:31:37 PM): pleasant dreams, BRADLEY!!
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| Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002
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9:02 am - an invitation
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sooo.. some of you may have been hearing oodles about contra dancing, and how it is the greatest thing in the world (it is), and my new favorite activity, and positively exquisitely wonderful fun.
Contra dancing is sort of like square dancing to pretty music. The music is always a live folk-ish irish-ish band, (things like jigs and reels that make you wanna dance) and there is a caller who tells you what to do. Anyone can do it, cause you learn each dance before you do it and then they call it to remind you. (and there's a beginners lesson beforehand to learn the basic things, takes about 5 minutes) All kinds of people go, most of them old(er), so it's good to take big groups of young people. that's where you come in!
Upon returning home to virginia I have researched the DC area contra dances and found two, one every friday and one every sunday. both at 7:30 at glen echo. I am definitely going to the Friday one this weekend and possibly the Sunday one. And so, I would really like to take people dancing. Please reply or otherwise contact me if you would like to go and which day (or both), and tell/bring other people. Also bring about $6 to get in and girls wear swishy skirts. Hooray!!
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| Friday, May 17th, 2002
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10:14 pm - my last evening at princeton
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dinner at ethiopian restaurant, honey wine (mead), lee and todd each independantly give me a book, which i will treasure for the rest of my life. Todd: John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierras (how appropriate...) and Lee: Emma Goldman, Living My Life.
So ends another chapter.
we lean forward to the next crazy venture. . .
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| Monday, May 13th, 2002
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10:32 pm - this is your life
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so i am now quasi-living in a dilapidated little victorian house behind Triumph Brewing Co. in downtown Princeton, with three quasi-hippie Rutgers graduates who buy bulk organic food and keep it in beautiful glass jars on a shelf in the kitchen. I have a cat who sits in my lap when I'm writing my paper and puts his paws up next to my hands on the keyboard and looks at the screen with me, and a boy who makes me green tea when it is too cold to get out of bed. i drink freshly-made soy-milk for breakfast (soy-milk machine?!?) and sleep under the corporate flag...
still, it is all kind of weird and not-quite-right.
well, in any case i'll be home in five days and princeton will be nothing but a distant memory...
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| Wednesday, May 1st, 2002
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5:34 pm - okay so maybe there are some good things about living in princeton
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monday: dinner with david wilcove, former scientist for Environmental Defense
tuesday: bump into Peter Singer as I'm leaving the library
wednesday: shiney new book signed by Mr. Ralph Nader
(dinner with him too if i didn't have this damned evening class!!)
(i seem to be going out to dinner with lots of old men)
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| Thursday, April 25th, 2002
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11:31 am - phantom
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i have no roots, no home, no knoll to speak of my world is disintegrated i am lost woohoo, the time is getting closer everything reminds me of the way things used to be, goodnight elisabeth, vnv, oo goats there, i see a boy who looks like andy used to look, i go dancing without laura, i plod through the rain with my umbrella, i can't believe it's their senior show, time can't have been passing while i've been away, what about all the things i never did, things i never gave to people i meant to, they've all moved forward and i'm in some stasis the time to be a ghost where was i this time last year? and i will never need umbrellas in the rain i plod through life with blinders, my senses dulled my energy drained, if bumping into people who will talk to me is what makes my day and i am ashamed to go to dinner wearing my pretty skirts and flowers, life should be so much more or do we soon forget the things we cannot see i am alive but time is not passing, cannot be passing because i am not living, not LIVING no time don't go I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on i'm waiting for the unknown someday, when we'll all be together again and happy, but i will be gone all summer, who knows next year so when will we ever be together again? when will there be magic again? and if i die today . . .will i pay for who i've been
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| Wednesday, April 24th, 2002
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12:57 am - spring fever
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whoa, for some reason i've never noticed how much people open up in the springtime, how friendly and happy they are, and how everyone is flirting with everyone else and all lovey and mmmm.... i guess cause i've always been tied up in the spring.
too bad they're still (almost) all grad students....
but even so, i love them dearly, i'm going contra dancing with lee and dave tomorrow. so what if theyre 10 yeares older than me?? and i ran into dave today and he's so amazing, he stopped me and then the other first year grad from dinner with peter singer said hello, as i was talking to my beautiful politics preceptor. mm, beautiful grad students everywhere!!
yeah, so I ate dinner at the old president's house yesterday with Peter Singer and some awesome professors and grad students. It was amazing. There I was, sitting across the table from perhaps the most brilliant philsophizer of the radical left (well, aside from Noam). Dinner of course was almost entirely vegan...and gourmet licious. I mean this was one of those dinners where they asked what kind of wine I wanted and I had to discreetly observe everyone else to figure out which silverware i was supposed to be using . ..
you know your university is messed up when the faculty is more liberal than the student body
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| Friday, April 19th, 2002
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10:45 am - shooting myself in the foot
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well, with my grades this semester, i'm not transferring anywhere. i *should* be able to stay in Princeton, although I will be on academic probation. that takes care of that. gee.
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1:14 am - this evening is determined to be wonderful, despite my efforts to the contrary
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i just rode all the way back to forbes on the handlebars of my bike, with a handsome croatian boy (!)
handlebar riding is very terrifying! but he was wonderful. i just met him a few hours ago. he is from Zagreb, Croatia. (hey all you GGers, remember that?) he is a junior with a very heavy accent. he thinks beautiful thoughts.
despite my efforts to write essays and be miserable, what a great evening. steve and everyone to see michael shuman! barefoot with eduardo! todd in the window-sill! paul and lee my bodyguards!
i forget sometimes, how amazing life can b
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| Wednesday, April 17th, 2002
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9:37 pm - thoughts
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my posts are always so absorbed in myself. oh well. it's because i'm working through things? like moss?
Two things i realized i am missing here.
1. human contact. i don't touch anyone here. I don't hug, hold hands, play with hair, lay in peoples laps. i am in a bubble like everyone else in Princeton New Jersey.
The only touch is the most useless touch of all, the Handshake. I hate handshakes! i don't know exactly why. maybe someone else knows why. maybe because that's what human contact has been reduced to. But yesterday I met laura in the city, and it was just... strange to me how we would hold each others hands and go spinning around, it felt weird to me.
Today Lee came to 2D for dinner and i waved to him and grabbed his hand as he walked by and we squeezed hands, sort of (i don't know how to describe it exactly) and it was so surprising, and nice. wow i miss having people. i really felt tonight like just sitting on the porch with someone and leaning against them. anyone really. no romantic attachment. just to feel kinship with someone....
2. bare feet = essential. i had completely forgotten that they were possible. they make me happy. problem: damn broken beer bottles.
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| Wednesday, April 10th, 2002
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11:03 pm - tristesse
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i realized today why houses don't have porches any more.
it's because houses are on roads, and roads are full of cars. and it just isn't pleasant to sit on a porch and have cars roaring by all the time.
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| Tuesday, April 9th, 2002
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12:25 am
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| Monday, April 1st, 2002
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11:07 pm - banjo dreaming
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I just spent 2 hours on the porch of 2d drinking tea and eating home-made bread and talking to Todd. We're going to have a party on mayday, with lots of flowers and todd's vegan food.
I think Lee and Todd are my weird permutated version of Moss and Noah. i just wish they weren't so old (todd has a PhD for goodness sakes). but maybe that's better cause i won't fall in love with them. well not like that anyway.
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12:28 pm - i think my dad needs a few pointers on being reassuring
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doorhinge43 (12:20:36 PM): you can still come home again even if you screw up in chemistry :=)
however, i just realized that if i fail chemistry, i will have to do all the labs again. The very idea is thumb-in-eye-sockets-inducing. therefore, i MUST not fail. must not fail. must not fail.
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| Saturday, March 30th, 2002
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9:25 pm - holy geez!
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7:45 pm - hope
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everytime i read my listings of wwoof farms, i can't help crying !
read some: ( here )
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