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Inauguration Central

Washwords’ inaugural inauguration coverage has now moved HERE.

In particular, enjoy photos here and moments, articulated here.

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We are the stories we tell

Although I’ve stumbled on SmallWorld Reads, a great blog, a few times now, today is the first time I really investigated her Life Books Challenge.

SmallWorld Reads: Life Books Challenge

Who doesn’t have a list of favorite books? Chances are, those books are favorites because they tell a universal truth, and, most likely, because they say something about you. [Washy note: Isn’t that lovely? and True?!]

Part I: Choose Your Life Books
What are the books that, in some aspect, define you? Think about who you are in terms of spirituality, love, economics, values, worldview–the list could go on and on…. Give us your life in books.

So….

My Part I:

gosh this is tough… Read the rest of this entry »

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Deadsville, USA : DC in August

So, it is summer in the district. Despite all my verrry exciting news and the fun of telling everyone, it is August… in Washington D.C…. in a federal government agency.

It is deadsville, U S of A.

[Photo by “Garden Apartment” on flickr.]

While quiet can be nice, really nice, it can also be … quiet.
Very. quiet.
So. quiet. that I… am. starting. to. drifffffttttt.

Like a snowbank:
smooth, serene and sleepy.

Sure, blame it on the grey carpets, grey walls, empty hallways, lack of boss-like figures but is there something else going on?

I have loottssss of work to do and can’t seem to do anything besides think weddingy thoughts, watch olympics and literally stare into space. a happy stare into space, a deep deep calm, slumbery smiley stare into space.

I think I know what it is. Like how I used to get sick right after finals every semester, or how you go home and take a longgg nap after finally finishing that project. I think I have been stressing and fretting and relationshipping for so so long before meeting my love that now that I can rest my body is really ready to REST.

And rest I am, body, mind and soul in this blissy spacey sleepy place i am not too familiar with. maybe it’s happy?

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