goodbye 2012

“Youth” (The Wild Youth EP) - Daughter 

Listening to this as 2012 fizzles out.

I grew up a lot this year. In January I turned 21, then some stuff happened, then school was out. Then it was summer and I did more school and work and studying and spent priceless time adventuring with friends.

Then I experienced death for the very first time. It was a friend, plucked from his youth. Then a few months later, I experienced a second death of another friend, also plucked from her youth.

Then I reevaluated a lot in life. I questioned things I have known for the past 21 years.

Then I drove to Arkansas and camped in the Ozarks. 

Then I went to Illinois and met new kindred spirits and learned new things. We questioned things together, sitting in a stairwell of a hotel, buzzed off whisky. 

Then school started again and other stuff happened. I met new people, some who are new friends. I did too much for the ‘experience’ because I always think what if there’s no time later?

Mostly though, I am finding my own answers to all this questioning.

Can’t wait to see what 2013 has to offer. 

  December 30, 2012 at 03:57pm
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…

Song: “Everybody’s Gonna Be Happy” by The Kinks

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Lemons and rosemary fresh from our garden to dress a chicken for Christmas. So summery

  December 25, 2012 at 04:48pm
  December 23, 2012 at 04:00pm

I lived this out without realizing it was a literary allusion…I ran to the top of a hill and just sat until the sun set after the passing of two friends on two separate occasions this summer. 

Ancient Bones That Tell a Story of Compassion

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The archaeology of health care— “While it is a painful truism that brutality and violence are at least as old as humanity, so, it seems, is caring for the sick and disabled” via NEW YORK TIMES

  December 20, 2012 at 04:13pm

I visited Dickson Street in Fayetteville, AR this summer on a roadtrip

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The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

Ernest Hemingway  (via thatkindofwoman)

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the world inside these letters is far better than the real one…brb, escaping

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  December 15, 2012 at 12:32am

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.

—Fred Rogers

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  December 14, 2012 at 04:06pm