<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:53:55.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturated vices</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-5111177509746908643</id><published>2008-07-10T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:35:07.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello hello! kbab thanx for making me write! well, i have been writi&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbir24k-PI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rH7rt2Y8cYw/s1600-h/lizzyrach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610061077739762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbir24k-PI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rH7rt2Y8cYw/s400/lizzyrach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng actually…just more in my journal because the stuff that’s been happening over the past months have been rather personal and i haven’t wanted to broadcast them. so it’s july already!!!! crazy shit…i was swept up in a tornado of events and feel like i’m still in the eye of the storm, yet i have so many priorities, i have no idea how to manage my time. so the past two months have consisted of me hooking up with one of my best friends, go&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbh_F_FkaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vmUthX0M8WM/s1600-h/P1010144.JPGa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221609292037460386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbh_F_FkaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vmUthX0M8WM/s400/P1010144.JPGa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing out on a random night on the town with a millionaire from the dominican republic, and also dating this guy i was tutoring…3 guys at once…it was too much. it was overloaded. i’m just not the type of person to date so many people at once, it’s too stressful. one person is enough- so i decided on “the capricorn” –&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbiifVKVrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XTbXxAHht1k/s1600-h/azur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221609900136355506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbiifVKVrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XTbXxAHht1k/s400/azur.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my good friend. the capricorn is a rock climber, who rides a motorcycle, and is extremely good looking… there’s no possibility really for a relationship…so we’re just sort of really enjoying the summer together.&lt;br /&gt;marc- one of my very good friends from germany is coming to visit in 2 days!!! and he’s going to stay for three weeks and i can’t wait to show him mt there’s already a three day camping trip planned in the desert with my seattle friends where we are all planning on taking mushrooms and discovering the point of life.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where i will be a year from now&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbg0sIh_VI/AAAAAAAAANg/3kT5SK8lics/s1600-h/P1010002.JPGmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221608013787430226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbg0sIh_VI/AAAAAAAAANg/3kT5SK8lics/s400/P1010002.JPGmm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;….nooooo idea….tho i’m really hoping for istanbul…please please…let it be istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;ooh…another thing is i’m getting to know my neighbors a lot better. they are these kids, who consider themselves revolutionaries…they have these block parties and invite all of their friends and bring out turn tables and dance, drink, smoke pot. they’re not students, in fact one of them was in prison for three years, but they are super intelligent…they read marx for goodness sake…for fun. the purpose of their block parties is to create an environment where students will dialogue with street kids….but students never end up stopping…so its mostly just them and their friends and me. anyways…so i went to a party with them a few weeks ago and i was the only white girl at the party. when we went to sit down, they all pull&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbhkIFnWYI/AAAAAAAAANw/4rx0Azi8D80/s1600-h/P1010037.JPGb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221608828745243010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbhkIFnWYI/AAAAAAAAANw/4rx0Azi8D80/s400/P1010037.JPGb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed out their guns from their pants and put them on the table. kind of freaking out, i asked them what they were doing and they told me not to make a scene…they were 9 mm, so i got up to walk around…to leave the guns, and as i’m walking through this house party, this chick with a huge afro stared &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610265906880466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbi3x7pn9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/rdtbtMgUAdE/s400/P1010018.JPGa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me down and as i walked by she was like ‘who’s that bitch?’ i was scared i was either going to get my ass kicked or be shot…in every room there were huge muscular guys with guns. a part of me was really intrigued, because i had never been in a setting like this before…and another part of me was really scared. so i stayed for about an hour and smoked a blunt with my neighbors and then this really shy hispanic kid took me home in a black bronco with black windows. i felt like I was in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;anyways…so that’s what i’ve been up to. i’m heading home in two days…i’ll try to keep posting. happy summer! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbiNCtnAUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n6bzULyhqPU/s1600-h/P1010043.JPGm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221609531677016386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbiNCtnAUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n6bzULyhqPU/s400/P1010043.JPGm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610348262102034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbi8kuqlBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jneqjhkgWqg/s400/P1010019.JPGb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-5111177509746908643?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/5111177509746908643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=5111177509746908643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5111177509746908643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5111177509746908643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-update.html' title='july update!!'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/SHbir24k-PI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rH7rt2Y8cYw/s72-c/lizzyrach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-4495447760910197072</id><published>2008-03-25T20:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:55:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nJNvHBQ_I/AAAAAAAAANY/NxMZoMJLr9E/s1600-h/cardss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181894084087858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nJNvHBQ_I/AAAAAAAAANY/NxMZoMJLr9E/s320/cardss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at my card collection folks.  i’ve collected almost 3 decks….i’ve been finding cards lately everywhere.  actually…i met some card throwers.  they’re the transient kids that hang out on the ave.  everyday…i think the majority of them are homeless. they get cards for free and they try to bounce them on the tops of buildings…i’ve seen them do it.  they showed me actually one night when went to talk with them.  it was cool because i finally have a face to go with some of the cards i found.  some of the cards have messages written on them that say ‘homeless’…and that’s all.  anyways…its true…the experiment of manifesting playing cards worked.  now…let’s see if i can shift some of that manifesting in a new direction….what else can i make appear in great quantities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nJH_HBQ-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/mIXCSNbHxLI/s1600-h/mycards2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181893985303610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nJH_HBQ-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/mIXCSNbHxLI/s320/mycards2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nI__HBQ9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tZt43RjuScA/s1600-h/mycards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181893847864656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nI__HBQ9I/AAAAAAAAANI/tZt43RjuScA/s320/mycards.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-4495447760910197072?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/4495447760910197072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=4495447760910197072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4495447760910197072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4495447760910197072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-at-my-card-collection-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-nJNvHBQ_I/AAAAAAAAANY/NxMZoMJLr9E/s72-c/cardss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-3715194465929030180</id><published>2008-03-23T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:33:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181077292977308546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-biWPHBQ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ebrZXwoSWdk/s400/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;happy easter. there is actually life on the streets and in the markets today despite the downpouring rain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went to the 'cult' today, that's what i'm calling this new spiritual place i go to on sundays. it's not a church, they call it the center for spiritual living. they basically try to combine all basic theories of all religions...sometimes its interesting, but sometimes it's extreemly cult like. i go because of my cancer friend, as in my friend who's astrological sign i&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-bjyvHBQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-6N53dgSUlI/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181078882115208082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-bjyvHBQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/-6N53dgSUlI/s400/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s cancer, not as in my friend who has cancer. she's a very cool lady who's traveled with me in berlin, turkey and ireland. she keeps me sort of reminded that there is magic in life. she collects metal...which is interesting because the scorpio also collects metal...i collect playing cards, they collect metal. oh...i'm gonna have to blog about the latest playing cards...i have to tell you about that. but a different time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, so the 'cult' lady is t&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-blMfHBQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/U0Oc7VdWGmg/s1600-h/P1010037.JPGcharms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181080424008467362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-blMfHBQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/U0Oc7VdWGmg/s400/P1010037.JPGcharms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elling us that today is the shift of consciousness day. as in get yourself ready -for what ever needs to be shifted, get set -aware, and go -move forward, with the past cut away. ...well honestly i have to say that was a bit passe' what she said today. i would have like something a bit more earth shattering...but whatever, shift of conscioussness okay fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by the way i was really disappointed with oceans thirteen and the bourne ultimatum. oceans thirteen seems like a bunch of good ol boy hollywood men who like what they see, just sort of playing themselves...but badly. i don't know it was annoying. the editing in the bourne ultimatum bothered me as well...how much anticipation does the editor think a person can have. after &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-bnE_HBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4gKByoj7ptk/s1600-h/0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181082494182704050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-bnE_HBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4gKByoj7ptk/s320/0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a while i stopped caring. but i did like the random cameo appearance from daniel bruhl though. :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah. well i still have to configure all my students grades. i decided i'm going to be the nicest ta ever and bump up the grades because i'm so pissed off at this institution. i'm not going to fail anyone either, i'm just going to give incompletes...because i really liked my class this quarter. i had a fourteen years old, who was kind of nerdy and insecure at the beginning but this big football player, who's loud and really excited to learn german, took the fourteen year old under his big football wing and they've become good friends. that's just an example of two of them...but i don't know, the class just clicked really well this q&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-boCfHBQ8I/AAAAAAAAANA/5Jpi2HlNpyc/s1600-h/P1010006.JPGb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181083550744658882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-boCfHBQ8I/AAAAAAAAANA/5Jpi2HlNpyc/s320/P1010006.JPGb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uarter.....  teaching is always the best part of the day...it's the fun part.  it's like having an audience haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah...  happy easter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-3715194465929030180?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/3715194465929030180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=3715194465929030180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3715194465929030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3715194465929030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-biWPHBQ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ebrZXwoSWdk/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-2430135238300641946</id><published>2008-03-22T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:08:51.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WokfHBQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nYmwd1roidg/s1600-h/P1010005.JPGb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180732291139322722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WokfHBQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nYmwd1roidg/s400/P1010005.JPGb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well its saturday morning...one of those very few mornings where one has the free ability to do whatever they choose, without anything hanging over their heads. this past week has been like a huge push through a black tunnel -i had to write and finish two papers...which doesn't sound like much, but believe me, its some intense times of sitting in front of a computer all the time...where days don't exist by the sunlight...they exist by when you can't write anymore and when you need to rest to have more energy to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WiQPHBQxI/AAAAAAAAALo/d9QNwiCOmZA/s1600-h/P1010016.JPGe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180725346177205010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WiQPHBQxI/AAAAAAAAALo/d9QNwiCOmZA/s400/P1010016.JPGe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but anyways...that's in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the plan now. yes. the plan now is to have no plan. i came to this exciting realization yesterday, that for the past 6 years of my life, i have been planning it, i have been planning it for a ph.d. in german...and now...that that has been delayed...or may never happen....at first, obviously, i was freaking out ....because it was all about this fucking life PLAN. okay i know this is not some big realization for everyone, but for me this was pretty cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have options: i can go to turkey, teach english-learn turkish, i can move to montana p.a. a film or finish writing the other script, i can go to DC and hang out for a while and write, i can go to prague and teach, .......so im just gonna have to listen to my intuition, and see what i feel like doing. that's kind of scary too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WmZfHBQzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xfAcoZpRQe8/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180729903137506098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WmZfHBQzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xfAcoZpRQe8/s400/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyways not to dwell on not having a plan, i will move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also move into this new apartment. its of course a down size cause why else would i have left that last place...but this new place is 250 bucks cheaper a month. my neighbors door emanates pot fumes, and i can play my music as loud as i want. the kitchen is bright yellow to the point of excess, but i'm getting used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laughed out loud yesterday at the video store. i left the scorpios house and decided to rent like four dvds to watch over spring break. either i was stoned, which i was, ...but really stoned i was not, or i was really spacey because i never intended to get four! dvds in the first place. but i randomly picked out the most cheesy masculine action films ever -oceans thirteen, the bourne ultimatum, war (only because of jason stathom) and man push cart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i guess that's one way spring is drowning me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-Wq0_HBQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7wijyF9dHAI/s1600-h/P1010018.JPGn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180734773630419826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-Wq0_HBQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7wijyF9dHAI/s400/P1010018.JPGn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-2430135238300641946?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/2430135238300641946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=2430135238300641946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/2430135238300641946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/2430135238300641946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-its-saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R-WokfHBQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nYmwd1roidg/s72-c/P1010005.JPGb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-7530645431143131239</id><published>2008-03-15T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:03:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the concert i went to,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wJlGutqFqfg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wJlGutqFqfg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are jealous i know.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-7530645431143131239?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/7530645431143131239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=7530645431143131239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/7530645431143131239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/7530645431143131239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-concert-i-went-to.html' title='this is the concert i went to,'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-4641334900925452905</id><published>2008-03-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:20:09.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yoFF41ffI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hj4Q9LQ3OT4/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178198477002604018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yoFF41ffI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hj4Q9LQ3OT4/s400/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well....i cant seem to bring myself to write on the blog lately cause it doesn't seem like i have too many positive things to say. so basically, i'm done with grad school. i've decided not to continue for a phd. ...for several reasons...don't really want to get into them all...but the main one is they were not going to allow me to pursue the topic turkish/german migration and literature...they would have rather had it that i learned french, because old dead bourgeois french guys had more of an impact on german culture back when people cared about aristocratic bullshit philosophie and poetry.  i'm not happy can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i don't have a plan right now. i'm thinking i'm going to get my ESL certificate and move to istanbul for a year or two and learn turkish...then i'll come back and figure out if i wan&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yqDF41fgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eWz-kC4Ewcg/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178200641666121218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yqDF41fgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eWz-kC4Ewcg/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to go back to academia...which i really right now do not....or if i want to do something with international education. i thought about working for the govt. being some sort of an ambassator or something...but i can't....seeing that i was newly reminded that i am a criminal and will have a fcking criminal record my whole life. sooooooooooooooooooo. any reccomendations would be helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to an awesome concert this week...ukranian gypsie punk band called gogol bordello....i probably should have entered the mosh pit to get sweaty and really feel the music...but it was kind of scary...these huge neonazi's were there, they were really muscular with tatoos all over their necks...i didn't really want to be moshed down my them. wtf were they doing there anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yr1F41fhI/AAAAAAAAALY/O-fe96zaoeA/s1600-h/250px-Brecccht%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178202600171208210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yr1F41fhI/AAAAAAAAALY/O-fe96zaoeA/s400/250px-Brecccht%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah...so now i have to write two papers...actually i'm procrastinating right now. i'm in a state of shock....a state of academic paralysis.....a state of fuck you and fuck them...and i have to still dance to their tune and it pisses me off. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...at least i'm writing about someone cool for one of the papers......my new secret dead lover bertolt brecht....i think we would have had wonderful revolutionary children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm eating pistachios cause i'm nervous and i'm trying to think of the next sentence and all i can hear is drunk people out on the streets screaming reminding me that is saturday night and i'm writing a pointless paper that no one will ever read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boo hoo where's the tiniest violin i need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well whatever, i have everyone and everything so there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-4641334900925452905?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/4641334900925452905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=4641334900925452905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4641334900925452905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4641334900925452905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R9yoFF41ffI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hj4Q9LQ3OT4/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-4790663496508548501</id><published>2008-02-18T14:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:38:31.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;deep breath. 15 seconds think of positive things. i passed my exam. i had a great trip to the island with five great people. i found the two of hearts. i experienced magic two days ago. the sun is out. was that 15 seconds yet? okay. i don’t really feel better, but i think i d&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJcooCWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hT0tQLDK4Fk/s1600-h/P1010044.JPGa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168453909907397266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJcooCWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hT0tQLDK4Fk/s320/P1010044.JPGa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i’m officially in the ph.d. program. i found out by email from student services that “my application for a masters degree had been approved by the germanics dept.” totally anti-climatic. i’m just a number, there was no feedback on all my work…just a “you passed.”&lt;br /&gt;so i took a trip over the weekend to celebrate. to clear my head. to get away. we were supposed to go to vacouver, but i got stopped at the border. they did a background check on me and then a huge border patrol officer with ice grey blue eyes brought me into a small room and asked me if i had ever been arrested. my heart sunk. images of stealing clothes from the mall as a teenager with my friends started flashing in my head. the store clerk yelling at me, the cops handcuffing me…..&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJkooCWqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2SpIH0ISQMU/s1600-h/P1010053.JPGde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168454047346350754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJkooCWqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2SpIH0ISQMU/s320/P1010053.JPGde.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shoplifting…. 8 years ago. i remember sitting in the back of the cop car, handcuffed and the song, “just like a white winged dove, sings the song sounds like shes singin…ooo baby ooo baby ooo” was playing on the radio. so i admitted to officer ice eyes that i had been arrested. then he started drilling me with questions, what did i steal, how much was it worth….and i couldn’t remember what i stole, or how much it was worth and he thought i was lying. after about 20 minutes of intimidation, he told me i was not allowed into canada because i’m not only a criminal but a threat to canadian citizens, and they do not let criminals into canada. i had to keep from laughing at that moment because he was very serious. so then asked him if i was forever banned from canada and he said until 2010, because in 2010, if i have no other arrests, i will no longer be considered a threat. then he made me sign a contract that said if i try to cross the border before 2010, they will arrest me on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slowly walked by&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJWIoCWoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4aSiFYgXEes/s1600-h/P1010023.JPGc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168453798238247554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJWIoCWoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4aSiFYgXEes/s320/P1010023.JPGc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my friends and told them i couldn’t go with them to canada…so we all went to wouldbe island. Would be, couldbe, shouldbe….there was a guy i was dating last fall who a really liked, who left seattle to moved to wouldbe island, i was bummed. i thought about him a lot while we were on the island picking up seashells, collecting rocks, drinking,… yesterday morning i got up early to go for a walk cause everyone was passed out still. i brought my 35 mm and had some black and white film i wanted to shoot. yesterday was beautiful…the cascades were snow covered and clear, rising up behind the ocean. i had to idea what town i was in because we arrived on the island at like 2 a.m. and were very lucky to get a hotel. i wanted to explore the town, so i went to a little coffee shop to write in my journal and watch people. as i was standing at the counter looking through m&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJq4oCWrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/43UZhepCBPA/s1600-h/P1010026.JPGcc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168454154720533170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJq4oCWrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/43UZhepCBPA/s320/P1010026.JPGcc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y purse, i heard someone say my name. i looked up. it was him. J damn. my hands started shaking, my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. i was speechless. but it was beautiful! we smoked a cigarette, talked, he drank a coffee with me. i kept staring at him. i decided we were meant to be together forever because of this coincidence. then he said, “i just had a baby girl last mon&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJ04oCWsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-2iWuf4xNGY/s1600-h/P1010047.JPGcc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168454326519225026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJ04oCWsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-2iWuf4xNGY/s320/P1010047.JPGcc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th” ABORT ABORT ABORT!!! damn. that sucked to hear that. but i guess in the end, it doesn’t really matter….he lived on wouldbe island, not in my city. it was just cool though. that innocent coincidence. fleeing love. i couldn’t stop smiling. then i found a card yesterday. the 2 of hearts. i had to smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now reality hits. and the magic left me. and i’m dissatisfied with the people i’ve met in this city. i really miss my friends in germany.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever…fuck it. who cares. in the end we are all alone anyways. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168499410790931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oy1IoCWtI/AAAAAAAAALA/TqjfAkJOq7M/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i’m cool…because i am banned from canada and how many people do you know that can say that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-4790663496508548501?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/4790663496508548501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=4790663496508548501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4790663496508548501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4790663496508548501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/02/deep-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R7oJcooCWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hT0tQLDK4Fk/s72-c/P1010044.JPGa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-4569094104280926296</id><published>2008-01-07T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:28:34.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hottest duo ever ever ever ever ever ever ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3fpupBCL6TE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3fpupBCL6TE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm under a lot of PRESSURE RIGHT NOW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-4569094104280926296?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/4569094104280926296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=4569094104280926296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4569094104280926296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4569094104280926296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/01/hottest-duo-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever.html' title='the hottest duo ever ever ever ever ever ever ever'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-6333079676042471420</id><published>2008-01-04T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:52:26.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesecina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-bpESBxrzTw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-bpESBxrzTw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i haven't been posting lately because my exam is in two weeks!!!!!!  2 weeks!!!!  but...i've been listening to goran bregovic...and mentally i wish i could be in the center of this extasy of music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-6333079676042471420?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/6333079676042471420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=6333079676042471420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/6333079676042471420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/6333079676042471420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2008/01/mesecina.html' title='Mesecina'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-3296453821246807434</id><published>2007-12-14T15:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:14:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handel - Xerxes - Ombra mai fu </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JRCcCXkfQOc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JRCcCXkfQOc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ombra mai fu di vegetabile, &lt;br /&gt;cara ed amabile, &lt;br /&gt;soave più. &lt;br /&gt;Never was there shade of vegetation &lt;br /&gt;dear and amiable &lt;br /&gt;More sweet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-3296453821246807434?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/3296453821246807434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=3296453821246807434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3296453821246807434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3296453821246807434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/12/handel-xerxes-ombra-mai-fu_14.html' title='Handel - Xerxes - Ombra mai fu '/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-9210609013556817974</id><published>2007-12-01T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:15:38.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;its snowing! unbelievable. i just turned in my second draft of my ma pape&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HmbVealXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-4HXQVzaEa4/s1600-R/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139142007102018930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HmbVealXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rF-MgHsDXz8/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r. 32 pages. whew, i hope it’s next to complete and i don’t have to write it again. i’m listening to this dj kicks he’s great…i think maybe southern france african electronic genre…ok, very random i know, but this is why i love the scorpio because she gets all this stuff. anyways…so i checked out the new apartment i’m moving into in february. it’s the most disgusting piece of shit apartment i’ve ever seen…but it’s in a cool, building, i’ll be paying 250 dollars less a month for rent, and i think it has potential. the painful&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1Hl-VealVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V8h89fx8W-I/s1600-R/lizgabirach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139141508885812562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1Hl-VealVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VPV_IrK1VeQ/s320/lizgabirach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; part is…it’s like a third of the size of my apartment right now…there’s no view…it’s on a very busy intersection across from all the bars…so loud! and it’s been inhabited by a chubby sweaty man from turkmenistan for the past 11 years. i wanted to cry when i saw it…but okay…i have to deal with it, because this is the realistic price range for my shitty teaching assistant salary.&lt;br /&gt;so i’m almost completely out of treats and won’t be able to afford anything for about a month…but it’s cool, because i’ve been running again and need to focus for the next 12 days. today i have to go to the library an&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HnS1ealYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Dcn01v5dM4/s1600-R/Marina_foto2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139142960584758658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HnS1ealYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EpOKW-ts30k/s320/Marina_foto2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d research a topic...and read read read read…for the next 2 days i will turn into a reading machine, drinking tea, underling, highlighting…but actually what i’m reading is pretty cool. i’m reading about performance and this woman marina abromovic from former jugoslavia. she apparently gave this radical performance where she stripped down naked on a stage, then sat at a table and drank a glass full of honey and then chugged a bottle of red wine. then she stood up and smashed the empty wine glass with her hand and blood went everywhere and then she took out a whip and started whipping her back, th&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HnWlealZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eGNbwk_1Hv0/s1600-R/seven-easy-pieces_040607%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139143025009268114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HnWlealZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wzKBGjEeIqY/s320/seven-easy-pieces_040607%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en she took out a razor and cut a 5 pointed star into her stomach…and THEN she went and laid down on a block of ice and bled. and she just laid there. till finally the people from the audience got very nervous and came up onto the stage and rescued her and called the ambulance….—so this is important because she came up with a performance that was able to break the ‘wall’ between the audience and the stage. very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;and the presentation i gave last week was pretty cool too. i was using foucault to help me argue that the place of the ‘bed’ is a site of transportation. because it transports one from the real world to the fantastic realm of dreams. haha. foucault’s essays on space are really fun to read. he’s talks about mirrors and in mirrors there is a space…and there is also a space where the image of oneself is reconstructed and recognized….i don’t know…i guess what i’m reading is cool…so that’s nice…c&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HokFealaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hw9bidDS7Bg/s1600-R/smoking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139144356449129890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HokFealaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/S3SXRtHWHeI/s320/smoking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ause there’s a lot to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note, i’m gonna head out into the snow now and get to the library.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. evel knievel man....rip.&lt;br /&gt;i was all high and emotional last night when i heard he died so i called my mom and said...'yeah but evel knievel jumped the snake river and if he can to that on a motor bike, i can certainly finish all my papers.'...and then my mom answers with a dry voice..."yeah, but evel knievel didn't make the jump...he took a baseball bat instead and beat up a bunch of cops and had to go to prison for a couple&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HrAFealbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Q6q6TsfqQqI/s1600-R/Evel-Knievel-edit%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139147036508722610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HrAFealbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Gii8vtMdfxY/s320/Evel-Knievel-edit%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of years." and that kind of killed my analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-9210609013556817974?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/9210609013556817974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=9210609013556817974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/9210609013556817974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/9210609013556817974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-snowing-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R1HmbVealXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rF-MgHsDXz8/s72-c/P1010052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-5296283384589933962</id><published>2007-11-18T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:22:19.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Terminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wSlZ2oD5kkY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wSlZ2oD5kkY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stereo total.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-5296283384589933962?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/5296283384589933962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=5296283384589933962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5296283384589933962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5296283384589933962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/11/elevator-terminator.html' title='Elevator Terminator'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-3387027579879164629</id><published>2007-11-18T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:16:23.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C0WyN9GuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x1hU3LxuYno/s1600-h/morning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134301878732790498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C0WyN9GuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x1hU3LxuYno/s400/morning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there was a magnificant sunrise this morning. i awoke in a clean apartment because procrastination took over last night as i cleaned like every last inch of the place. the aries and i went jogging. the aries is a very interesting girl. first off she's beautiful and she sort of dances in a constant ferris wheel of men who come in and out of her life. well the aries is throwing this big thankgiving dinner and she's inviting about 20 people --her parties are always these mixture of international students, i don't think there are any other americans there besides me --mostly french, iranian, spanish, finnish, turkish-- seriously now that i'm thinking about it, i am the only american --and i&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C1kyN9GvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r_26Kq4cE7s/s1600-h/viewmonin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134303218762586866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C1kyN9GvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/r_26Kq4cE7s/s400/viewmonin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; think that's cool. it's nice to know that i can still find the international community in the states. anyways. both rocket scientists are coming. pfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the jog was good though. i'm going to take a break from smoking and start working out for a while. i think i'll be able to keep my head clearer during this stressful paper writing time...and smoking will just make me want to be social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this will probably be the last post for a while....who knows...maybe i will actually post...but i don't see myself having even a half an hour of time for anything else but my studies for the next 2 and half weeks. i have to seriously buckel down now. today i'm reading the communist manifest from marx. i have to cause it's on the reading list...i feel all cool &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C2bCN9GwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KMWvZPbY_x0/s1600-h/expression.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134304150770490114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C2bCN9GwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KMWvZPbY_x0/s400/expression.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with it on the coffee table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week the news on the floor is concerning the some girl in the germanics dept who went to italy for an exchange and ended up murdering her roommate. wierd. she stabbed her in the neck after her boyfriend raped the girl that they killed. very strange and horrible. i just can't imagine the kind of state that you are in that you would do that...like actually kill someone --another international student---during your exchange--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay -enough of the depressing stuff and bizarr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C3_CN9GxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_nzvyy2RbtI/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134305868757408530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/R0C3_CN9GxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_nzvyy2RbtI/s400/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so...my fate is waiting for me. the page is blank, there is a blinking curser waiting for me to construct the second draft of my MA paper. i'll have to produce three pages a day to get that one out of the way first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you all are having fun where ever in the world you are and taking advantage of the fall. its the best season really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. drink pumpkin flavored latte's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-3387027579879164629?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/3387027579879164629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=3387027579879164629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-1416322586944282101</id><published>2007-11-17T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:11:50.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS - Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7agPOt1XZz8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7agPOt1XZz8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love this band right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-1416322586944282101?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-1983505067390628198</id><published>2007-11-17T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:51:16.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-eASN9GpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fkxGJSF_WQs/s1600-h/whatamithinking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133995827953212050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-eASN9GpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fkxGJSF_WQs/s400/whatamithinking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its that time in the quarter where everything is breaking. my computer was kaputt for about 3 days as i found out it was infected with a bunch of viruses, my camera was broken, my shoes -my nice brown and orange ones from france are literally coming apart at the seems, all my pencils ran out of led, very few of my pens still have ink. my leather bag is ripping, my cell phone antena broke off after i accidentally smashed it against the floor. what is going on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes what the fck is going&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-ffCN9GqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zwC9-rQw6dA/s1600-h/wierdalley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133997455745817250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-ffCN9GqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zwC9-rQw6dA/s400/wierdalley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on. i have four papers to write in the next month. i'm freaking out. i'm wondering if i can do this. at the same time, some things are looking up - i got a package from matt and he sent me a new camera! thank you. seriously that was really nice. also i finally found a cute guy in the building to have a crush on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a wierd experience the other day. the guy that i usually get my pot from ended up getting busted and arrested. they let him out but he hasn't been to trial yet. anyways...he tells me the whole story --which i probably shouldn't write about on my blog-- but in the end it came to that he wants to hang out now and be my friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i have to stop and think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-oIiN9GtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r9GfkUMw6co/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134006964803410642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-oIiN9GtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r9GfkUMw6co/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways i think i'm going out to the rainy streets and cafe's tonight to do work. i can't stay couped up in denny. the&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-jtSN9GsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IueiyIlRLnU/s1600-h/fire+escape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134002098605464258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-jtSN9GsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IueiyIlRLnU/s400/fire+escape.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; streets of this city are the great equalizers of its inhabitants, students, bums, punks, businessmen, chineese, japanese, german, spanish, moroccan, french, -you hear all these languages. i live in the part of the city that's really alive and i appreciate that....although sometimes it makes everything inside my head seem to scream at me in blinking lights, strong smells, rain, cars, people, cigerette smoke. a lot of people smoke here, which is surprising because this city projects itself to be so clean. emine oezdamars said &lt;em&gt;"Rauchen ist das wichtigste Requisit eines Sozialist&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-hdSN9GrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vXQ18EpuIa0/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133999624704301746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-hdSN9GrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vXQ18EpuIa0/s400/P1010139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i smoke. i wish i didn't but i do and i love it. i love rolling danish export in brown licorice papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wearing darker eye make up these days. i think it goes better with the rain. also...i found the joker last week in the alley by my favorite cafe. now i have two jokers. damn the joker...i think he's what's messin with me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-1983505067390628198?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/1983505067390628198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=1983505067390628198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1983505067390628198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1983505067390628198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-that-time-in-quarter-where.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rz-eASN9GpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fkxGJSF_WQs/s72-c/whatamithinking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-7825750335313533281</id><published>2007-11-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:50:47.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzSwZ9jXoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wGQz9z0s_bc/s1600-h/green+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130919835547967634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzSwZ9jXoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wGQz9z0s_bc/s400/green+stairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today and yesterday are wierd days. wierd because i am free and have nothing to do but everything. but there's no structure...i could be doing a million productive things right now. i consider blogging productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzS1L9jXoKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XCdUfaVtIa8/s1600-h/door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130925092587937954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzS1L9jXoKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XCdUfaVtIa8/s400/door.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sitting in this little grundgy cafe where they have pac man tables. pac man seems to be the nice break when my head starts hurting from reading. plus i'm super competative and i have to at least always get my highest score from the last time...pac-man can be pretty time consuming. so i'm staying away from it today and sitting instead on the couches. i've skipped my office hours today to get coffee with the scorpio. i couldn't come up with any good excuse to come up with in case any students came by, so then i decided to be like...what the fuck- i don't need an excuse. so this is the message i left on the sticky note pasted on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130927914381451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzS3wNjXoMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QaKHrR4GAw8/s400/sabina.JPG" border="0" /&gt; i love the air right now, it makes me want to be outside because it's so crisp and i like seeing my breath when its cold. it reminds me of skating when i was younger. &lt;div&gt;i picked up a photography magazine at the store. it's a first for me. but i think i would really like to buy a nice camera and maybe start seriously taking pictures. i need a hobby that i can invest in. academia sucks ass and i hate being trapped in its jaws so i need another medium of existing....i need to exist in the present and &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130928322403344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzS4H9jXoNI/AAAAAAAAAII/0hTo33U4pxE/s400/heartbird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;not just in all these books. my exams are in january people. J A N U A R Y -pffff....i'm trying to not let the i-can't and the i'm-gonna-fail thoughts in my head. but sometimes i think...this is just not possible. fuck it. you know what....i should just move back to europe and try to live there why not? that sounds funner than staying in school for another 7 years just to come out and be some german professor at some random college in some boring state. grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad seattle has a lot of coffee. and pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-7825750335313533281?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/7825750335313533281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=7825750335313533281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/7825750335313533281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/7825750335313533281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-and-yesterday-are-wierd-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzSwZ9jXoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wGQz9z0s_bc/s72-c/green+stairs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-879609342533572493</id><published>2007-11-06T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:17:36.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDu6-V7jLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hZI-p0OoFxQ/s1600-h/tugview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129862672509799602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDu6-V7jLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hZI-p0OoFxQ/s320/tugview.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well i moved off the tug. my wonderful three weeks there has ended. kind of feels like i went on vacation even though i only moved 20 minutes away from campus. i had a weird weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday was the funeral. it was more like a catholic mass. the priest wore a long white robe with golden ropes hanging down his sides. he would say something to the people and then they would say something back. &lt;em&gt;and also with you&lt;/em&gt;. then he held up a golden cup and blessed it with hand motions and chanted some more. it was interesting. i caught a glimpse of the deceased family....husband, two boys in highschool....then i started cryng.. then the priest started swinging this metal incense &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDw5-V7jMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s_KFQAkd2jk/s1600-h/self+reflexion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129864854353185986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDw5-V7jMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s_KFQAkd2jk/s320/self+reflexion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ball all around and once i began to inhale it, i felt better. the bus ride home seemed surreal. it took me to downtown ...and i rarely ever get downtown...it's a different world down there. much more diverse....there were about 15 kurdish people with their kurdistan flags yelling about turkish people. and ....the day went on.....i kept thinking....&lt;em&gt;if i died yesterday, this would still be happening?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went to the scorpio's for wine and treats. i hadn't been over there in forever. i think i ended up overdosing on pot. this has never happened to me in my professional pot smoking ways before....but this time....i don't know. the scorpio's boyfriend brought it back from portland! bad portland bad! anyways...all at once my body got really heavy, i heard the scorpio say &lt;em&gt;she looks white&lt;/em&gt;, and then....then i violently spra&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzD1ROV7jOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ELcBlnqVJ28/s1600-h/tirgertire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129869651831655650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzD1ROV7jOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ELcBlnqVJ28/s320/tirgertire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y vomited red wine and carrots all over the scorpios boyfriend! right in his face, all over his hair and glasses. and then he got sick and ran to the kitchen and vomited. scorpio ran and got a bucket and i must have puked in it 12 times. scorpio running around cleaning up the red spew which also got all over her computer. once i was finished and had cleaned my mouth out over the sink, i started laughing so hard...because then i felt great... scorpio and her boyfriend (who were totally blazed anyways) said....&lt;em&gt;what the fuck was that man.&lt;/em&gt;..... and we all started laughing hysterically. then we spend the next half hour cleaning up and then i walked home to prepare for class the next day.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDyuOV7jNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g1IwN4cFkiM/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129866851512978642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDyuOV7jNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g1IwN4cFkiM/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;very wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been finding lots of cards lately...i have 15 total! since i started collecting last sept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-879609342533572493?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/879609342533572493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=879609342533572493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/879609342533572493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/879609342533572493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-moved-off-tug.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RzDu6-V7jLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hZI-p0OoFxQ/s72-c/tugview.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-781124825984472803</id><published>2007-11-01T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:00:47.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyqRC-V7jKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/--5u_cvse9E/s1600-h/tire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128070605995478178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyqRC-V7jKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/--5u_cvse9E/s320/tire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; i way overslept today. i teach at 8:30 am, after class i went back to my apartment instead of the tug and slept from 10 am -4:30 pm!!!! i slept the whole day away...and i had wierd dreams about things chasing me. so now it's dark outside and i'm wide awake and i'm all alone on the tug. i should open some wine or something to help me sleep again, but doubt that will be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend of my mom and dad's died of cancer yesterday. i wasn't close to her, but i've known her all my life.... i'm not sad as in...i'm not mourning....i'm more sad for her family. actually i'm more...thinking about my own death. and how life will just go on....the sun will still rise, people will go on about their busine&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128070120664173714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyqQmuV7jJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Bku69IxhdO0/s320/momandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ss...and i just won't be able to feel life anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay anyways....i guess this is an awkward subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to clean up the tug....i think eric is coming back on saturday and i need to have it looking spic and span.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so okay...this is a boring post...but hey i just slept the entire day away so what am i supposed to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahblabhalbhalbhalbhalbh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-781124825984472803?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/781124825984472803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=781124825984472803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/781124825984472803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/781124825984472803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-way-overslept-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyqRC-V7jKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/--5u_cvse9E/s72-c/tire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-5218823594658308308</id><published>2007-10-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:48:19.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rya-4uV7jCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8mm2NcS8j9I/s1600-h/photoshoped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126995107529853986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rya-4uV7jCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8mm2NcS8j9I/s320/photoshoped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was such a beautiful weekend here. it didn't rain once! this is awesome. t shirt weather. sometimes i feel guity about the effect of global warming. my mom came to visit, she just wanted experience being in the boat with me. it was fun to hang out...i felt sad when she left. i noticed kind of for the first time that my mom is getting older, that she needs more time. it's kind of a wierd feeling because my mom has always been so active, kayaking, hiking -taking us on these rediculous backpacks in the summer,....i don't know...sh&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RybE0uV7jFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ui_mDXRls5Q/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127001635880143954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RybE0uV7jFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ui_mDXRls5Q/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e just seemed a bit more timid this trip. i think she realized it too. blah. i hate to think of my parents growing older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm sitting here at the tug...i just spilled red wine all over the white carpet and freaked out. i managed to keep it clean during the entire party but now, when i'm &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RybDbeV7jEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ECe3vs16qXo/s1600-h/meat+cimers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127000102576819266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RybDbeV7jEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ECe3vs16qXo/s320/meat+cimers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alone with the cat...now i spill the red wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came to the realization over the weekend that i think ...well wonder if i should really pursue a ph.d. it will take me 6 more years to finish...that means i'll be 32 by the time i'm finished. i won't quit right away because i still want to spend a year in turkey. but i'm wondering if i should look into something else...where i could really be pursuing my dream. as a creator. whether i'm writing or taking pictures or interacting in the international community. i'm antsy to get out of the university....but i also want this knowledge... i wish i could just already know everything that i'm going to learn over the next 6 years and incorporate that into now.&lt;/div&gt;i also decided i need to change my look. apparently i'm giving off the lesbian vibe because in the past year a total of 6 people asked me if i either was a lesbian or had a girlfriend. caitlin swears its because of my shoes. she told me to burn them and that i have no femine shoes. i think she's right cause last week one of my former students who i was hanging out with, took me out to lunch...she suprised me by taking me to hooters -um...yeah never been there before. she told me to look at it as a cultural phenomenon. -all american fast food served with huge breasts. of course we were the only girls&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rya_yOV7jDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IlMUkra6-Ws/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126996095372332082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rya_yOV7jDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IlMUkra6-Ws/s320/P1010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and our waitresses were really perky. anyways...during the meal, amber started letting me know that she was interested in women. um --i didn't think most lesbian women would be interested in hooters women...but apparently she was. it took me a while to catch on that she was being inquisitive of my sexual orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pffff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need new shoes. really.  i need to start radically feminizing myself.  i wonder if i should quit wearing that hat.  i wear the hat mostly cause i don' t want people to look at my red eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways...i have to get back to reading.  on this list for tonight.  Some secondary literature to defining rituals in performance liturature i.e. dramas.  ain't that exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-5218823594658308308?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/5218823594658308308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=5218823594658308308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5218823594658308308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5218823594658308308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-was-such-beautiful-weekend-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rya-4uV7jCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8mm2NcS8j9I/s72-c/photoshoped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-5460904336456229314</id><published>2007-10-25T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:13:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyFmEOV7i_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oIOyWJwIMRI/s1600-h/sideboat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125490073679924210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyFmEOV7i_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oIOyWJwIMRI/s400/sideboat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay so i'm in a better mood tonight than i was the other night. stress. grrr. but i'm entitled to it for another three months. so i'm chillin right now on the boat, my mom is coming tonight. she was jealous i was on the tug so she drove from montana to stay with me for the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've met two people on the bus rides. i love watching the bus communities. the first guy was a pretty hot med student, who has a turkish wife. after talking for about 10 minutes, he got off...there was a wierd -should we exchange numbers- pause...and then he just smiled and got off. then i met a homeless guy living in a tent. i thought he was a student carrying a suitcase. at first he kept bugging&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyFoy-V7jBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OKILKVwCwE0/s1600-h/P1010068.JPGm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125493075862064146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyFoy-V7jBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OKILKVwCwE0/s320/P1010068.JPGm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me because i was trying to read, but then i listened to him...i think he wanted to talk and was newly homeless. he told me about some big tent community outside seattle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school is stressing me out.  i'm getting all these zits, i look like crap, i haven't bought new clothes in a year, my hair is frizzy....haha.  aaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...at least i have this view and this tugboat for one more week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-5460904336456229314?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/5460904336456229314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=5460904336456229314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5460904336456229314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5460904336456229314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-so-im-in-better-mood-tonight-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RyFmEOV7i_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oIOyWJwIMRI/s72-c/sideboat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-5900353565132108035</id><published>2007-10-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:03:43.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>few thoughts from the chickamauga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7SDkUfGUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PGautNgfzVg/s1600-h/modelposeamber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124764384725244226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7SDkUfGUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PGautNgfzVg/s320/modelposeamber.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's amber doing her posh spice pose on the boat this afternoon. the sun was out! it wasn't raining...perfect day. i smoked way too much today, my eyes hurt, i'm tired and really cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7fXUUfGbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/myaFHdzD7kU/s1600-h/chcikamauga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124779017678821810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7fXUUfGbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/myaFHdzD7kU/s320/chcikamauga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone asked me the other day why i still want to write a blog....so maybe its narcism right? that i think my life is so cool that i'll want to read about it later on...or that i think other people would want to read about my life. but really....i think the real reason i write is because i don't like people. is that wrong? when i say this...i'm being completely honest. i dislike 98 percent of the population of t&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7Wb0UfGXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ypuhHIIexaY/s1600-h/shoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124769199383583090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7Wb0UfGXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ypuhHIIexaY/s320/shoe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even my best friend back in montana...the capricorn film star....the one who i'm writing the script with.....pffff....it's shit everyone. it's like my life, based on all my journals...with a displaced capricorn playing me! so she takes all my experiences and places herself as the main character....and even though she does have 'hollywood' connections....and knows all the people one has to know to make a film and has all the money to fund the project.......i'm thinking....fuck this. take my name off the script. be done with it. i don't want to make her version of my life and i'm not willing to compromise on certain aspects. b.aaaaah. in discontinuing work on the script, i will have to initiate a huge cat fight with my best friend...which may lead to severe friendship consquences. this s&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7aKUUfGYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j80CHBzp-iE/s1600-h/reflection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124773296782383490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7aKUUfGYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j80CHBzp-iE/s320/reflection.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay....so i'm a narcissist. yes, i think everyone in the world needs to think a little bit more like me....doesn't need to revolve around me....but everyone needs to have my ideas because my ideas are right....most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like most people in the entire universal stratosphere right now including/(sometimes except for) myself.  but this is what its like for most people i think...even though no one else really says it. even at my pirate party....i looked around at all the guests at one point in the evening and thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, these are all the people you were able to bring to one spot over the past year and a half -this is your selection of people" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i honestly have to say i needed to get very very fucked up in order to relax and have fun with them. i'm so on ed&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7b00UfGaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YoxFEWDxo9E/s1600-h/seattlespeed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124775126438451618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7b00UfGaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YoxFEWDxo9E/s320/seattlespeed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ge around everyone. so what do i do? leave the program? leave this city? go write....go write about what....of course it would be great to be an international writer where you could travel around and take pictures and tell stories ....tell real stories...since the media is into reality right now. but everyone would love that job and i don't know how to do it and make money doing it. if i could do and support myself, i would be gone in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll remain shackeled in acedamia until i can find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way and on a completely different note....it's kind of scary on the tugboat at night. i'm scared of sea creatures looking at me....or of some big ugly fisherman breaking into the tugboat and killing me just because i'm planted in the middle of an industrial boat yard where no other humans dwell. oh by the way...this boat is historic too. its the first ever diesel powered tug boat to have run in the usa. its called the chickamauga...and it's even on the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i have to go to bed. my eyes are burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-5900353565132108035?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/5900353565132108035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=5900353565132108035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5900353565132108035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/5900353565132108035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-thoughts-from-chickamauga.html' title='few thoughts from the chickamauga'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rx7SDkUfGUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PGautNgfzVg/s72-c/modelposeamber.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-4110711019822547297</id><published>2007-10-21T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:09:00.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raging pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123888524929472690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu1d0UfGLI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zc9zlRTLN0M/s400/amirlizzyjan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;har mateys. so life is crazy right now. i moved onto a tug boat for three weeks. a friend of mine went to europe and he needs me to watch his cat, so that's how i got this sweet deal. i need to take a picture of it from the outside so you can see the whole boat. it's located in an old shipyard, there aren't any other house boats out there so it's a bit freaky, but i decided to throw a party on it last night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to!&lt;br /&gt;i know its bad because its not my home...but nothing was destroyed thank god. i set up the captains room, (this picture) where red lights, played snowy red on the stereo and had candles,pot,wine,rum,beer,cigerettes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha...this photo makes me crack up. jan look wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123895611625511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu76UUfGRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iMoTnkQNcwQ/s400/lizzymejansid.JPG" border="0" /&gt; then down stairs was a deck and a big&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123892875731343586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu5bEUfGOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8JYXiOGwZw/s400/davidsabinaericbrian.JPG" border="0" /&gt; table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123894529293752562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu67UUfGPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Lo1PYphWz6s/s400/bwsabina.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123895079049566466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu7bUUfGQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/odIW7HBvKmI/s400/japhet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so okay update on the rocket scientists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm.....the hot iranian rocket scientist showed up, the shy french one did not.  i was too nervous and high strung and hi that i couldnt talk with anyone for more than 5 minutes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123896685367335202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu840UfGSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g1D_wdp2vyI/s400/ronnysidcimiramir.JPG" border="0" /&gt;..this stupid ass from berlin showed up wearing a cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123897308137593138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu9dEUfGTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MgT31t9Donk/s400/sabina.JPG" border="0" /&gt;okay so what else ... im too stupid to write right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-4110711019822547297?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/4110711019822547297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=4110711019822547297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4110711019822547297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/4110711019822547297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/10/har-mateys.html' title='raging pirates'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rxu1d0UfGLI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zc9zlRTLN0M/s72-c/amirlizzyjan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-1930179051111139037</id><published>2007-10-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:30:02.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rwca-EtgqzI/AAAAAAAAADU/NUAmyI26S-o/s1600-h/springbreak+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118089155248696114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rwca-EtgqzI/AAAAAAAAADU/NUAmyI26S-o/s400/springbreak+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is my home.  seriously.  it's 10 pm on a friday night...and i'm still living in this building.  the inside is not so glamorous as the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;interesting twist in life--  i met another rocket scientist.  this one is french.  not super cute...but...attractive.  i met him at a party like two weeks ago...and he decided he wanted to take german from me...so now he sits front row center every day.  i also found out we live in the same building.  so okay...i kind of like him, but i can't think about him because it's distracting to my work.  he wants to cook me dinner next friday...hmmm.  bad thing is....he's good friends with the other rocket scientist i made out with at a party back in the spring...and it would be good if the two of them did not talk about me.  anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that about the only exciting update. unless you're dying to hear about how my paper is progressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-1930179051111139037?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/1930179051111139037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=1930179051111139037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1930179051111139037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1930179051111139037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-home.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/Rwca-EtgqzI/AAAAAAAAADU/NUAmyI26S-o/s72-c/springbreak+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-3225033134186131749</id><published>2007-09-24T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:03:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Iran, we don't have homosexuals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/U-sC26wpUGQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/U-sC26wpUGQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and in the news today this dipshit spoke out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-3225033134186131749?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/3225033134186131749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=3225033134186131749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3225033134186131749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/3225033134186131749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-iran-we-don-have-homosexuals.html' title='In Iran, we don&amp;#39;t have homosexuals'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-1688309546943503280</id><published>2007-09-22T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:19:51.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Berlin/Istanbul Trilogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvW_GGyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADM/PSJl6WNogHs/s1600-h/oezdamar_son%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113203063569737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvW_GGyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADM/PSJl6WNogHs/s400/oezdamar_son%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the book i am writing my master's paper on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-1688309546943503280?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/1688309546943503280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=1688309546943503280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1688309546943503280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/1688309546943503280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/09/berlinistanbul-trilogie.html' title='The Berlin/Istanbul Trilogie'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvW_GGyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADM/PSJl6WNogHs/s72-c/oezdamar_son%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-2108932403525803884</id><published>2007-09-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:57:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vomiting thoughts</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting in my office that smells like spilled coffee, ins ins ins ins music is coming out of my laptop and some&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVpjGyDZ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mZHJY81bO1I/s1600-h/glacier07+083.jpgm.jpgnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113109003785955282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVpjGyDZ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mZHJY81bO1I/s320/glacier07+083.jpgm.jpgnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how on this beautiful fall day, i'm inside trying to write yet another paper. this is my master's paper....my big thesis statement. pfff. i hate writing acedemically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i met with two guys from the grad dept. the capricorn and the leo, to discuss luther, opitz and gottsched...three philosophers (if you want to catagorize martin luther as a philosopher)....they will be on my exam in january. this fucking exam is already giving me nightmares. (this is a photo of from R to L -leo, capricorn, sagitarius...and me of course...the coolest taurus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways on the way back a big rat jumped out of the bushes AT us. it was almost surreal...the disgustingness of it all.&lt;/div&gt;people here, are tough to figure out. they are n&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVy62yDaEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fbxespakQ4A/s1600-h/entering+grads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113119307412498498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVy62yDaEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fbxespakQ4A/s320/entering+grads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot solid. everyone is kind of out for themselves. i've made three friends this whole year....and they are all girls! --that's probably why i find it so tough. two aries and a scorpio. the scorpio is not as solid as i would like her to be. she 's so caught up in her 'hipster' image that...behind the image is emptyness...like there's nothing there. all these 'artsy' types...i ask them...well what do you do that is artisitic? do you blog? do you take pictures? do you paint? how are you creative? do you you make m&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVwK2yDaCI/AAAAAAAAACk/qnfd_eOVnmE/s1600-h/mel+012.jpgm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113116283755522082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVwK2yDaCI/AAAAAAAAACk/qnfd_eOVnmE/s320/mel+012.jpgm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usic? play with clay? what do you do besides smoke pot, dress cool and be a silent judging snob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know....i think when we look back on this blog thing years from now....we'll be really happy that we wrote...that we documented our lives....that we kept working our imagination. that we took photos and put ourselves center stage in our own lives. that's just my two cents for today.&lt;br /&gt;and i just successfully procrastinated for a half hour vomiting these thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-2108932403525803884?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/2108932403525803884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=2108932403525803884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/2108932403525803884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/2108932403525803884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/09/vomiting-thoughts.html' title='vomiting thoughts'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvVpjGyDZ9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mZHJY81bO1I/s72-c/glacier07+083.jpgm.jpgnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-8678620623118618778</id><published>2007-09-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:45:13.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQsy2yDZ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/TTNR6QaNhxw/s1600-h/meear+006.jpgm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112760729182889890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQsy2yDZ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/TTNR6QaNhxw/s320/meear+006.jpgm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just got back from having coffee with Moonunit and feel like an emotional wreck. i feel like all signs in my life are pointing me to germany...maybe it's because i've been an ass about staying in touch with everyone...i haven't been good with emails at all. in fact i haven't even written the school in Old Climb to tell them what i am doing....well actually i wrote them a long letter two days ago...i just need to send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways...then i was having coffee and this wierd song....'ombra mein fuss' comes on...which an i don't even know if that the name of the song....but it's an opera song that my host father made me sing over and over when i was in Old Climb....i have never heard that song anywhere....ever....so why now? so i started crying...it was wierd. i rarely cry in front of people because it makes me dizzy. Moonunit just thinks i'm stressed from my paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dreamed ab&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQpumyDZ5I/AAAAAAAAABY/Fu9E5Daf-Ls/s1600-h/25600885.wolflessyellowIMG_2945%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112757357633562514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQpumyDZ5I/AAAAAAAAABY/Fu9E5Daf-Ls/s320/25600885.wolflessyellowIMG_2945%5B1%5D.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out white wolves last night. a huge white wolf was in my tree up at the cabin and i thought it was a mountain goat that was growling at me. but then i realized it was smiling at me. then there were about 6 wolves all outside my house...one big white one, and 5 huge grey ones...huge like....300 lb. wolves. and one of them had my cats head in its mouth...but wasn't killing it...it was just protecting her. and then i realized that the wolves were watching me. but i wasn't afraid of them. but i was too afraid to go outside to see what they would do to me. so i just watched them watch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never dreamt of wolves before.  i'm in this wierd space...this head trip.  its been lasting for 2 days now.  like...literally i'm not present in my surroundings.  i'm living in my brain, not processing the simulation of the world around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-8678620623118618778?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/8678620623118618778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=8678620623118618778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/8678620623118618778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/8678620623118618778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/09/wolves.html' title='wolves'/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQsy2yDZ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/TTNR6QaNhxw/s72-c/meear+006.jpgm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671517632887292807.post-8803184447042166671</id><published>2007-09-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:24:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQLs2yDZ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/WeSkVChd60w/s1600-h/glacier07+059.jpgm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112724342219958146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQLs2yDZ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/WeSkVChd60w/s320/glacier07+059.jpgm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i made a new blog site. i know its lame, but i had to because this city seems to be filled with all the super computer savey people of the world....and i just didn't want my students, or any one here to really find the last blog...and they were, and that's what was hindering me from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i sat down with my old blog yesterday and had a real heart to heart. a&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQJLGyDZ3I/AAAAAAAAABE/aDPr1yMkzH4/s1600-h/christinapics+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112721563376117618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQJLGyDZ3I/AAAAAAAAABE/aDPr1yMkzH4/s320/christinapics+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fter saving each entry onto a word document (and comments too.), i felt a great sense of relief....but i also have no idea what i was bitching about the whole time....seriously. i was in europe for fuks sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. so this is the new site and i'm gonna try not to name the city i live in, nor the college i go to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woopatie do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671517632887292807-8803184447042166671?l=litrachah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/feeds/8803184447042166671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671517632887292807&amp;postID=8803184447042166671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/8803184447042166671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671517632887292807/posts/default/8803184447042166671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://litrachah.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-made-new-blog-site.html' title=''/><author><name>jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775381435453551708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ya9vycne4Jc/RvQLs2yDZ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/WeSkVChd60w/s72-c/glacier07+059.jpgm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
