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In this fateful hour.

On Sunday it rained, a cold, bone-chilling November rain. Everybody came in wet from church.
Madeleine L’Engle, The Young Unicorns

How could they sleep? All day on the radio there had been hurricane warnings. How could they leave her up in the attic in the rickety brass bed, knowing that the roof might be blown right off the house, and she tossed out into the wild night sky to land who knows where?

The wide wooden floorboards were cold against her feet. Wind blew in the crevices about the window frame, in spite of the protection the storm sash was supposed to offer. She could hear wind howling in the chimneys. From all the way downstairs, she could hear Fortinbras, the big black dog, starting to bark.
Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

And title from Madeleine L’Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet.

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Autumn.

It’s thoroughly, thoroughly here, leaves and cider and all. Homecoming. Football.

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Uncreative writing.

We were talking about citation in class lately, and asking “how explicitly to cite? because so much gets in our minds and is there but you can’t tell.”

Creation is an act of citation; you cannot escape influence or quotation. Maybe that’s disappointing if you want ultimate creativity, to create something of nothing; but I’ve always loved that everything has millions of layers and thus nothing’s ever finished being understood. And if citation is ubiquitous, then criticism, theory, and analysis can maybe become more-creative acts too.

My trusty cell phone is here to explore staircases, creep into ceilings, and have late dinners of fennel and mushrooms and dark chocolate.

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i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t

“When I was eight, I went to Bible camp, and they told me that if I accept Jesus into my heart, he’ll build a home there. That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.”
trailer to Beware of Christians

For real. The Sunday School world is crazy. I want us all to re-figure out, renew, and rewrite Christian clichés.

Something else has been stuck in my head for days. I’m so glad to be in a bubble that can live in and love the secular.

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Raise their hands.



And the people bowed and prayed
Oh! I love you a lot; Oh! I love you from the top of my heart
And you can see through my mistakes
Oh! I’ll tell it to you now; Oh! I’ll tell it from the top of my heart

   All Delighted People (Original Version), Sufjan Stevens

Cookies today; a deer in Steilacoom this summer; and a list E and M made for me on the art museum steps in August, 2010 (including: photographer, motorcyclist, mortician, bro).

I’m blogging, Alina’s laughing, and Madeleine is tearing up about how much she loves her Seattle library. This is school.

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