tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67519407100174628422024-03-13T16:56:47.509-05:00A Picture a Day & Something to Say: REBORNBorn out of unemployment & mania.
Festered through wage labor and domestic instability. Currently: Sabotaging Professional Endeavors.
It is Reborn.Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-68201675034491771402015-04-08T13:11:00.000-05:002015-04-08T13:17:05.191-05:00Day 426: Cards for Grandma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This might be a new thing. A new thing for an old thing.<br />
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Grandma Bernita recently graced my face with hers upon Skype.<br />
"Jackie, is that you? Well!"<br />
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Grandma Bernita recently filled me with compliments.<br />
"I love getting your cards. With their colors and ... things."<br />
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Grandma Bernita finally doused me with guilt.<br />
"When you come home, you'll stay forever? I'm getting really old, you know."<br />
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My only weapon is cards (love),<br />
cards (love),<br />
and more cards (love, love).<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-38262419762259415422014-09-29T12:53:00.000-05:002014-09-29T12:53:49.208-05:00Day 425: Five Happy, Ducky, Prickly, Picture-y years. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Happy FIVE YEAR Anniversary to <i>Picture a Day and Something to Say</i>!<br />
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You weren't what you said, but you did what you must.<br />
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Best to celebrate with a dear friend's paint-kissed tissue.<br />
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<i>Confetti</i>.<br />
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And so, Day 425, five years later;<br />
just as hasty and apologetic as Day 0.<br />
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Cheers to consistency.<br />
Cheers to the expected!<br />
Cheers to companions!<br />
Cheers to aPaDaStS!<br />
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Take a look at Day 0, five years ago. <a href="http://picturedayeveryday.blogspot.se/2009/09/day-0-danish-ducks-and-dead-battery.html">Here</a>. </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-9820294943831621802014-09-08T13:39:00.002-05:002014-09-08T13:40:30.504-05:00Day 424: I feel pretty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not all scraps are paper. This particular scrap will never find a home. Just a short, smudgy stay upon my tips before a sudsy stroll down the drain. <br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-48835882106293532512014-09-03T00:18:00.001-05:002014-09-03T00:18:37.665-05:00Day 423: constructionThanks to the enthusiastc rains of Sunday last, I've Internet no more. So we do what we can with limited 3G, my first mobile post, and images from a frisky selfie camera. Add a late week frolic to Romania and you can bet, after this, you won't hear from me until Sunday. But, then, THEN, <div>expect a complete fast-forward, montage, review. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WlqwcGlJzH8/VAakqsfrL7I/AAAAAAAABG0/qob0ACh3CIQ/s640/blogger-image--1804054131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WlqwcGlJzH8/VAakqsfrL7I/AAAAAAAABG0/qob0ACh3CIQ/s640/blogger-image--1804054131.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>Self-improvement. </i></div></div></div>Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-43315666072399379512014-08-30T13:04:00.000-05:002014-08-30T13:04:37.403-05:00Day 422: Along the long way, fiction helps. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A less-than-seamless merger of <i>Something Along the Way</i> and <i>Fiction Friday</i>. Neither with a picture. This time I'll paint you a picture.<br />
Nay, I'll write -- you paint. <br />
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Imagine me, along the way, reading Fiction. No, not a fantastic sentence, but a clear one. It's focused.<br />
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Me---> Moving---> Fiction.<br />
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Reading the fantastic words of <a href="http://www.themothmagazine.com/">The Moth Magazine.</a><br />
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It's got itself some quality, my friends.<br />
(And each rejection from them stings sweetly.)<br />
Read any, I dare promise <i>any</i>, piece on <a href="http://www.themothmagazine.com/">Moth site</a> or on <a href="http://www.themothmagazine.com/a1-gallery2.asp?roomID=2424">Moth paper</a>, and enjoy.<br />
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And so, along the way, I fictioned. Merger complete.<br />
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Ah, damnit. I can't live without the picture.<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-77906149383628170032014-08-27T14:03:00.003-05:002014-08-27T14:03:27.823-05:00Day 421: Buy Me. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dearest Bloggees,<br />
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Monday's <i>My Favorite Scrap</i> lives in this edition of <a href="http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/798507?__r=265342">Black Scat Review</a>. You must <a href="http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/798507?__r=265342">buy one</a> to see it. And you must remember to support the small presses. They're the best and always will be. This issue is a seductive little number and yours truly, <a href="http://www.jhakijhaki.com/">Jhaki M.S. Landgrebe</a>, tries her hand at the part--in art. And <i>Black Scat Review</i> was kind enough to showcase my art in this (now-for-sale) issue: <i>Seduction. </i><br />
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Tuesday's <i>Teacher Tuesday</i> lives in the cold that lives in my body thanks to several thousand sneezes from several dozen six-year-olds.<br />
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This Wednesday's<i> TBD</i> is a weekly review and a link to a sizzling magazine filled with fantastic writers and artists and me.<br />
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So there you have it. <i>Determined</i>.<br />
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Now, if you've ever liked me (even a little), buy <a href="http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/798507?__r=265342">this edition</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/798507?__r=265342">Buy</a>.<br />
<a href="http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/798507?__r=265342">Buy</a>.<br />
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Bye.<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-63920544017016041612014-08-24T13:29:00.000-05:002014-08-24T13:29:02.522-05:00Day 420: The Sunday Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Normally, this is the place to see what's happened in each of my trembling limbs. They are barely, if even, trembling. Yet, here we are.<br />
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So, around my world in a few lines:<br />
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<a href="http://thefarmwhisperer.blogspot.se/">The Farm Whisperer </a> -- sprouted to life, after a few years of drought. And thanks to some clever readers, I'll be planting a salad in my apartment.<br />
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<a href="http://www.jhakijhaki.com/">www.jhakijhaki.com</a> -- apart from a few publication updates (Yay!), stayed more or less the same. Look forward to 46 days of 4x6s. Coming soon. Just as soon as I'm ready to commit to 46 days of something.<br />
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<a href="http://punderstandingmyshelfandotters.blogspot.se/">http://punderstandingmyshelfandotters.blogspot.se</a> -- you may not be familiar with this one. This was an experiment in anonymity. For a moment, I thought wasn't ready to share<i> all of me</i> with<i> all of you</i>. But, life is short. So, #$%^ it. Not sure where I'm going with this site, just yet. It started as a dark, secret literary pleasure and a declaration to my many storage surfaces. But now that we're all out in the open, mystery's sauntered out with pleasure in her palms. Perhaps, in honor of her namesake <a href="http://punderstandingmyshelfandotters.blogspot.se/">Punderstanding Myshelf and Otters</a> could be a pun only zone? I am accepting feedback.<br />
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And of course there's the Momma that started it all <a href="https://picturedayeveryday.blogspot.com/">A Picture a Day and Something to Say</a>. We've completed our first week of our new life together. Thank you for coming along with us. If we are to continue at this rate, I imagine a daily FB reminder could get dreary. I'll keep it intermittent. Please follow this here blog to ensure you get each and every update--as you like it. Right?<br />
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Your Picture, My Muse:<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-35534773852673608952014-08-22T12:16:00.000-05:002014-08-22T12:16:28.222-05:00Day 419: Fiction Friday - The debut<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Fiction Friday, </i>you may think is an attempt to nudge ya'll towards my eensy little fictions out in the big, bad world. But, no. I believe you, a big boy, can find them all by yourself.<br />
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But you, big boy, may not stumble upon this one without the help of your master, me.<br />
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<i><a href="http://thegiganticmag.com/magazine/articleDetail.php?p=articleDetail&id=182">Mole in Swimming Pool</a> </i>by Joe Mungo Reed -- For Fiction Friday.<br />
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A big, 'hoo-ah' to <a href="http://thegiganticmag.com/magazine/">Gigantic </a>magazine for scooping this furry delight out of the wriggling pool of desperate writers.<br />
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Me, however, scoop they did not.<br />
Me, breathe easy, bitter I am not.<br />
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Read it. Read into it. Live it. Or don't. Isn't fiction lovely?<br />
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Find it <a href="http://thegiganticmag.com/magazine/articleDetail.php?p=articleDetail&id=182">here</a>, if you didn't notice the title-portal. From now on, <i>always notice the title-portals. </i><br />
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And if you really want to find my eensy, little friends of the world click <a href="http://jhakijhaki.com/">here</a> or <a href="http://jhakijhaki.com/2014/07/24/publications/">here</a>. No shame.<br />
Even big boys need help every now and again. </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-87114924740277686762014-08-21T16:11:00.001-05:002014-08-21T16:11:55.470-05:00Day 418: Something Along the Way - The Debut<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Something Along the Way (SAW), is well, something I saw, yes, along, yep -- the way. The <i>way </i>is the many ways I go to and from and around and between on Thursdays. Here, the Something Along the Way of today:<br />
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<i>Of note, all photographed somethings along the way are snapped with a "smart phone." This smart phone has a stupid camera. A broken camera. Forcing photographer to take each shot from selfie. </i></div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-58812028427943091272014-08-19T16:03:00.000-05:002014-08-19T16:03:06.530-05:00Day 417: Teacher Tuesday - the debut<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What <i>Teacher Tuesday</i> means for Tuesdays shall vary. I see already. What I thought may be a nice place for cute stories and teacherly delights could also, very easily, become a venting ground filled with all things stressful and bleak. So, today, <i>Teacher Tuesday</i> will not use my words of worry, but another's words of light.<br />
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Oliver Sacks is something of a hero, or idol, or role-model, or friend-crush of mine. In his brilliant little book,<i> Seeing Voices</i>, covers of which I have the pleasure of being squished between at the moment, he quotes a few of the [many] riveting words of Joseph Church, on language:<br />
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<i>"Language opens up new orientations and new possibilities for learning and for action...[it] is not just one function among many... but an all-pervasive characteristic of the individual such that he becomes a verbal organism...</i></div>
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<i>Language permits us to deal with things at a distance, to ... manipulate symbols ... arrive at novel and even creative versions of reality... juxtapose objects and events far separated in time and space ... we can, if we will, turn the universe symbolically inside out." </i></div>
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So, ELL/ESL/EFF, and teachers of any language in any capacity: Curriculum redesigns suck. Administrators don't always know best. The days are long and frazzled. But, you have to admit, empowering a student to turn the universe inside out is pretty cool. Ey?<br />
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Church, Joseph. 1961. <i>Language and the Discovery of Reality.</i> New York: Random House. pp. 94-95<br />
Sacks, Oliver. 1990. <i>Seeing Voices: A Journey into the world of the deaf. </i>New York, New York. HarperCollins. </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-65690717328820862152014-08-18T13:32:00.001-05:002014-08-18T13:32:47.463-05:00Day 416: My Favorite Scrap - The Debut<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here we are in Day 1 of our new Line Up. Perhaps you're wondering about the meaning behind "my favorite scrap." Well, I won't give you much. Because, on this Day 1 of the New Line Up - 2014, I've also endured Day 1 of School Year 2014-2015. Day 1s aren't always fun. But we smile, don't we?<br />
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Let's see if we can turn this 1 around.<br />
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In collage, hoarding is rewarded. Layers, pieces, colors, scraps and time keep the artwork organic and the work never finished. This never-ending project-process is exciting and also a bit orphanage-y. I love my scraps and I want them to all know the comfort of <i>home</i>. Sometimes it takes scraps a long, long time to fit in and settle down. Sometimes it takes several smudgy almosts before a good night's sleep. This is the story of those scraps. Those beautiful pieces that are just waiting, pleading, yet patient as can be--to be welcomed by other scrap pieces into their canvas forever home.<br />
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This Monday's featured scrap <i>Untitled </i>(as most of them are):<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-79086057798125946252014-08-17T06:02:00.003-05:002014-08-17T06:03:30.799-05:00Day 415: The Line up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Thanks for waiting. And what were you waiting for? But to learn you'll wait some more!<br />
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A Picture a Day & Something to Say (aPaDaStS) has certainly undergone changes. Perhaps the biggest, its late-in-life tendency for the stubborn disregard of modern units of time. A quick walk down the previous posts shows a single aPaDaStS<i> "day"</i> was sometimes a few months of human days.<br />
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This might change, if ever so slightly.<br />
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You see, over the [human] months and years, my fingers have lusted. And when we lust we wander. Fingers do the same. They've strayed to blogs and sites and portals far beyond (okay, that sounds much too impressive, but go on, be impressed) only to come crawling back to aPaDaStS for a sense of structure, of belonging, of home, of base--safe!<br />
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Maybe you've traveled with me and my digits; then, this return is little more than a loop. If you have not you'll get to meet my various selves and their various limbs strewn and splattered across this Web of ours.<br />
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And so to kick-off this raking of appendages, a line up:*<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Monday</span></b>: My Favorite Scrap<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Tuesday</span></b>: Teacher Tuesday. (Yes, I'm a teacher. We'll see what that means for Tuesdays.)<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday</span></b>: TBD<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday</span></b>: Something Along the Way<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Friday</span></b>: Fiction Friday. (Though my fingers keep writing <i>Friction</i>...We'll see which one sticks.)<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday</span></b>: TBD<br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Sunday</span></b>: Limb Reunion (<i>Farm Whisperer, JhakiJhaki, Punderstanding</i>,...)<br />
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*-<i>as always, never a promise promised from the fine dependable folks at aPaDaStS. Line Up is free to fluctuate, flip, or completely flop. </i><br />
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And as promised, your picture:<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-444185167359692592014-08-13T14:02:00.001-05:002014-08-13T14:02:49.571-05:00Day 414: Waiting Room. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Dear Patients,<br />
<br />
Thank you for your patience. Look forward to lots of new fun.<br />
But, don't look too far forward, for it is close and coming soon!<br />
<br />
Until then, while you wait, a little whiff of where I've been.<br />
<br />
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<a href="http://www.jhakijhaki.com/"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNKD6FWsi9k/U-u14sQo6kI/AAAAAAAABEM/xjUjbruG4pI/s1600/dinologolong.png" height="177" width="320" /></a></div>
Click <a href="http://www.jhakijhaki.com/">here </a>to sniff.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.jhakijhaki.com/">www.jhakijhaki.com</a> </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-90983710758264608112014-05-11T08:20:00.000-05:002014-05-11T08:20:50.951-05:00Day 413: Chair for Thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Get your head out of the clouds.<br />
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And sit on them. </div>
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-85223682087361459022014-02-21T14:42:00.000-06:002014-02-21T14:42:05.818-06:00Day 412: The Sweet, Sweet. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Process:<br />
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It's sweet.<br />
And sometimes it's<br />
[the end.] </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-54411155773600778562014-02-15T04:58:00.004-06:002014-02-15T04:58:54.054-06:00Day 411: some things change<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Some things change.<br />
Some times don't.<br />
<br />
Someone said, "yes" to <a href="http://www.metazen.ca/?p=14042">words</a><br />
<br />
Someone said, "yes" to <a href="http://www.bartlebysnopes.com/bartlebysnopesissue11.pdf">art</a><br />
<br />
I said, "ok" to <a href="https://www.behance.net/jhaki">me</a> and <a href="http://punderstandingmyshelfandotters.blogspot.se/">me</a><br />
<br />
We word and art on. And on.<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-44891547925879314822013-11-16T12:41:00.000-06:002013-11-16T12:41:22.338-06:00Day 410: The Mascots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Otter, Orange Chalk, and Scrap of Red Ribbon Appreciation Post<br />
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<br />
Let's say I'm "supposed" to have 26,666 words today, according to <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/">http://nanowrimo.org</a>.<br />
Let's say I'm sufficiently behind.<br />
Let's say I'm okay with that.<br />
Let's say I have 22,183 words.<br />
Let's say that's the most I've ever had.<br />
<br />
<br />
Thank you Otter, Orange Chalk, and Scrap of Red Ribbon<br />
for your proximity and placement.<br />
<br />
This has been an Otter, Orange Chalk, and Scrap of Red Ribbon Appreciation Post. </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-9332921294299804092013-11-06T13:07:00.000-06:002013-11-06T13:07:00.133-06:00Day 409: Tuesday Adventure Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's not Tuesday.<br />
I know.<br />
It is the sixth day of this thing they call something like <i>Novel Month</i>.<br />
It is the fourth day since I've joined.<br />
<br />
I was caught up.<br />
<br />
I was caught up until I lost it.<br />
<br />
My laptop.<br />
<br />
I was caught up until I left it.<br />
<br />
My laptop.<br />
<br />
I left it on a bus. Bad news, ey? But it wasn't just a bus. It was a regional bus. And it wasn't just a laptop. It was a new laptop. A new treat I didn't quite deserve and definitely didn't shelter.<br />
<br />
I can't tell you the whole story (maybe it's in the novel…). But I can give you a play by play.<br />
<br />
0545-1958: Exhausting Monday<br />
1958: Board the bus for some sweet, commuter relaxation<br />
2025: Exit the bus for a chilly walk home<br />
2032: Realize I don't have my laptop<br />
2032.45: Panic<br />
2032.87: Sprint to next bus stop<br />
2045: Knock on every resting bus's window. Attempt to relay my desperation, if my tears weren't doing the job<br />
2046: Call Skånetrafiken (Attempt relay again…)<br />
2200: Knock on the right guy's window<br />
2210: Obtain a secret phone number<br />
2230: Begin trek to Malmö Outskirts<br />
2300: Find where busses sleep<br />
2310: The tattooed exchange. "This yours?" "Yup." (Thanks, Magnus)<br />
23:12: Manic Rejoice<br />
0033: Home in PJs<br />
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<i>TODAY</i> 19:58</div>
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<i>1,376 words behind. Terribly Happy.</i></div>
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-10216587166070426142013-11-03T14:12:00.001-06:002013-11-03T14:12:25.827-06:00Day 408: On top of it. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have no words left. But I have 44,910 words to go--should I succeed.<br />
I started the <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/">http://nanowrimo.org</a> challenge a day late (typical);<br />
I caught up and am now on track to finish on time (atypical).<br />
<br />
<br />
Nikon is back in the gang.<br />
We are happily making memories the old-fashioned way.<br />
Because it's a respectable device. It focuses on what's important.<br />
It doesn't chat, Tweet, or post.<br />
It's a camera. It takes pictures. And I love it.<br />
<br />
Ok. I guess I had 79 words left. Lucky you.<br />
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<i>No time to pose. I haven't quit my day job. </i></div>
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-19098736103613251882013-11-02T13:40:00.001-05:002013-11-02T13:41:03.844-05:00Day 407: Somethings never<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Back.<br />
Back and ready for use.<br />
<br />
And although we've said this before,<br />
We're ready to stick around.<br />
<br />
A slippery, slimery, gimmicky gadget woke me:<br />
<br />
<a href="http://nanowrimo.org/">http://nanowrimo.org</a><br />
<br />
It's November.<br />
The month of mustaches, novels, [maybe] blogs, Nikons--<br />
<br />
And so, I'll write.<br />
And I promise not to shave.<br />
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<i>somethings never change</i></div>
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<i>somethings do</i></div>
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-1954698325982226522013-06-08T05:29:00.002-05:002013-06-08T05:29:36.459-05:00Day 406: Things in front of things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Things in front of things to keep anyones from anythings.<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-38615788134735433282013-06-04T16:55:00.001-05:002013-06-04T16:55:17.036-05:00Day 405: Before places. A love letter. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A soft, plushy grip on the before places with enough places before to hold off now until later.<br />
Thanking you, thanking there, then<br />
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Love, </div>
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Me, here, now</div>
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-43584870989496571492013-05-20T15:28:00.000-05:002013-05-20T15:28:10.739-05:00Day 404: Grass grows over. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Use it. Whatever it is.<br />
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<br />
Grass grows over.<br />
Another lesson [later] from a before-place.<br />
Thanks Poland.<br />
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Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-33157789625083562862013-05-19T04:01:00.002-05:002013-05-19T04:01:20.150-05:00Day 403: The Key. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Keys: places, to things--probably. <br />
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The key to ______ hangs wherever it damn well pleases. </div>
Jhakihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01329087717903613396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751940710017462842.post-22087615054935491862013-01-11T12:18:00.000-06:002013-01-11T12:18:24.626-06:00Day 402: Sunrise. SUB: Snowlight. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And it does not disappoint. </div>
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