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When Lynn found her great grandfather's diary, many of the entries read:
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
On the other hand, the artificial imposition of Two Sentences A Day seemed like exactly what's needed to satisfy my yearning to archive the daily flow of life.
To bookmark particular sensations and experience.
To leave a scar that I can return to be assured that I really was alive back then:
My life really did happen.
So for the last year I wrote two sentences a day.
These days I'm re-reading to see whether the archival urge and the reflexive urge together can do anything to heal my soul or shed insight across a tiny sliver of the world...
Some Representative Days
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2008
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September
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- The End....(?)
- Boss-Worship & Speedy-Days
- When the Weather is Seventies and Sunny
- A Dizzying (yet rewarding) Merry-Go-Round of Roles
- Grading, Like the Cloud That Never Leaves, Has Ret...
- Understanding Disappointment in a Slightly New and...
- Filling Every Day
- Administrivia
- Crammed With ????
- Unremarkable Day: Ineffective Person
- In Touch With the Natural World
- In Which Very Small Accomplishments Make One Feel ...
- Finding Old Friends
- Rollercoaster Day
- It Makes The Difference.
- Meetings & Pass Interference
- And Just To Shake Things Up A Little....
- Overflow
- Building Theory
- Normalcy & Conformity & Accidental Partying
- Sick Day, Part Two
- Sick Day
- First Tries and New Obsessions.
- Low Key Labor Day
- All The Normal Stuff:
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September
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