tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87923567368100955302024-03-14T01:27:53.530-07:00freally realsDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-81172288872804066252010-07-08T13:11:00.001-07:002010-07-08T13:14:38.715-07:00Mmmmhmmmm.....DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-82278252557488208692010-07-05T20:43:00.000-07:002010-07-07T16:16:20.448-07:00Plato ruins your friendships.When the baristas arrive to work at five in the morning, they find me pacing back and forth in the dark parking light, chain smoking and talking to Renee- the only other person up at such an ungodly hour.
Not even coffee-slingers have the ability to speak that early. They grunt at me and I follow them in.
Say what we will about Starbucks- over priced lattes and big business and blah blah blahDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-66046368256807818202010-06-24T19:52:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:14:19.347-07:00Choice and the Natural {choice is not the natural}There is something about choice and nature that I have been struggling to figure out. We have all met people that are naturally good- they naturally look like great ‘christians’. (That is, assuming you think 'christians' should be super helpful and chirpy and reeeaaallly nice.)So we meet these types of people, and if we meet them in a church or find them to ascribe to a certain religion, we DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-60041065808310522922010-06-21T21:28:00.000-07:002010-06-21T21:30:05.904-07:00Wrath and Love in 5 thousand yearsWritten by Jenn and I. Read at STATUS by Jenn.Wrath:that was my verbal image of the God of the Hebrew scriptures- which we call the Old. Testement. The story I had always been told was one of a vengeful and controlling God, looking to punish the world that He had created for not obeying Him. And I was fine with believing that because I knew the end of the story- that Jesus had come along. It DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-50755120078606919692010-06-15T20:36:00.000-07:002010-06-15T21:12:36.315-07:00Why we are not friends-Realizing:If I am best friends with ten people, I am best friends with no one. I am living in a strange dichotemy. Things inside my head are chaotic and exciting, working through theories, looking and listening to the present but processing it through the past- my brain feels alive and on fire and it's like seeing colors where before I did not. But outside of my head, I am exhausted. I am tired DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-6394628677054905032010-03-29T18:05:00.000-07:002010-03-29T19:05:43.439-07:00{book excerpt} ChristineMy cousin Christine lives about twenty minutes from my parents. I navigate the Garden State Parkway, Fiona Apple in one ear and my fathers navigation system droning in the other. I sigh as I catch a glimpse of her apartment complex. When I was a teenager, Christine and her then husband Joe had the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. It was spacious and so beautifully decorated, just a few blocks DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-88689576578537651722010-03-04T06:20:00.001-08:002010-03-04T06:20:23.702-08:00remixCami growls at anyone who comes near me when I'm sleeping. From her post beside me, with her head on my pillow, my german shephard/lab guards me faithfully. Even when my bestfriend lived with me and would crawl into bed for a late night chat, Cami would growl softly and look to me. There is something about me sleeping, about lying down in my bed that Cami senses is vulnerable. I am weak and so myDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-12221215048935401202010-02-21T19:49:00.000-08:002010-02-21T20:18:37.693-08:00monsters under the heartMy heart wakes me up a few nights a week- rapid, staccato beats that charge me with adrenaline and fear. Or the slow, heavy, rhythmic pounding that echoes in my ears. God, I don't know what to do with this heart of mine. I don't know how to comfort it, how to speak to it. It's like a small child that runs into my room in the middle of the night, crying about monsters under the bed and nightmaresDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-7026842600825669182010-02-01T06:09:00.000-08:002010-02-01T07:50:30.497-08:00MagdaMagda pulled the covers over her face. Jim was up, starting the systematic toiletry routine she had come to know over forty years of marriage.The sounds: scrape, scrape, scrape of the tooth brush, spit, gargle, spit…silence…whisk, whisk of a razor…silence…the water would turn on for a brief second as he wet his comb, parted his thinning, fine hair to the side. When they first married Magda wouldDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-43227618190388396282010-01-31T17:05:00.000-08:002010-02-01T07:50:04.987-08:00RuthyRuthy wrapped her cardigan around her, the wind whipping everything on the breezeway. She leaned against the railing of the boat, shivering, sighing. Ruthy saw the churning waters and the blue horizon, and suddenly realized she was alone. Her husband was in the casino, her kids running around somewhere on the top deck. She had nothing to do. It made her feel uneasy, a little sneaky. Like cutting DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-78412012773184666692010-01-26T04:51:00.000-08:002010-01-31T04:46:15.637-08:00smudged silverIt is 6:45 in the morning and I am singing in my car. Downtown Orlando looks clean and quiet, the sky is blue and pink, the air chilly. I have my windows down, blasting Billy Joels' "Big Shot". Billy Joel is like family, I've grown up under his melancholy and wit. When I was a little girl my father would take me into work with him, we would blast the radio and sing at the top of our lungs- thoseDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-53881004338912688862010-01-07T12:41:00.000-08:002010-01-07T12:43:48.884-08:00tattooThe Owl represents wisdom and death. The black and white symbolizes logic, the color represents emotion. I am dying and coming alive/logical and emotional/learning from my mistakes.DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-7518647236274527312009-12-29T06:34:00.000-08:002009-12-29T18:39:31.735-08:00the prelude to a coffinThere are a million ways to die in a CVS. Laxatives to let you eat and keep you thin; appetite suppressants when your organs stop working; decaying; sluggish and beaten but who cares? you can't see them(the scale is on sale and the numbers it shows better be less than you paid)There are a million ways to die in Sephora.Potions and poisons and glamorous coffins mascara, perfume, collagen, and DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-58892266598931497632009-12-11T12:54:00.001-08:002009-12-11T12:54:20.751-08:00No Man is An IslandNow anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity. It is the fruit of unanswered questions. But questions cannot go unanswered unless they be first asked. And there is a far worse anxiety, a far worse insecurity, which comes from being afraid to ask the right questions- because they might turn out to have no answer. One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-76501476409394463462009-12-05T13:16:00.000-08:002009-12-05T13:22:47.206-08:00blueLove defined seems like this(to me- today):someone to whisper my secrets to-in the dark, under cotton coversmy mind is open and lips are partedthe world comes tumbling outand my leg is bare and you are in lovewith both skin and voiceand how they slide over and wrap around you....but we have whispered feverish poetry to intemperate statuesthrown up pearls at the feet of false godsthose more DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-30624082213615521072009-12-04T14:17:00.000-08:002009-12-05T13:11:23.068-08:00City and ForestThe City. You are Alone-but-not. A trick of geography and body heat. Surrounded by people more beautiful and those less; information gathered in a single cursory glance; pressed in by boots and scarves and things you should buy; items you can afford and items you cannot. The streets are throbbing with colors and snatches of stories and you are Alone-but-not. Seeing those you want because their DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-49684510122834911352009-11-28T16:35:00.001-08:002009-11-28T16:36:30.406-08:00Broford and II love this kid. The end.DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-80610171948710844102009-11-08T20:00:00.000-08:002009-11-09T05:10:47.970-08:00things i fancyFriendsthe music I have been listening towho i'd like to marrythings to d0I have this exact necklaceand I kind of want to get the tattooright there. what i would like to look like one dayContinued excellenceJenna Returns!DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-32307624852568528232009-11-07T18:54:00.000-08:002009-11-08T19:51:17.162-08:00ShadowSometimes I feel as though I walk in the shadow of a giant. I have always been fascinated with time, what I was doing at this time last week, last month, speculating about next year. And now I walk beside myself, I live in the ever constant presence of who I was a year ago. At this time last year, I felt the blanket hold of a demon. I do not say that lightly. Whether it was a demon of mental DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-37081238803590872472009-10-29T14:17:00.000-07:002009-10-29T19:56:21.629-07:00(desire)fresh light, fresh fireall around me(desire)is it spring, is it heat?the pressure of space and breathbetween you and mesteal my cold with a kissand your lips, your lookyour-your eyes are shyand so are minethis-this languid, this meltinginside you and Iso-so long, so longi've waited to touchone who loved to touch mebreak my heart, make it righti promise, i promise- i'll care this time,i'll be moreDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-19662749065893884772009-10-24T13:39:00.001-07:002009-10-24T13:40:07.433-07:00Animal eyes: Angel eyesI have a friend of mine, John Carl, that is brilliant and never sleeps and this may be the secret to his brilliance. There is a lot of time in life to read and create and be smart if you don’t have to engage in something as time consuming as closing your eyes for 8 hours. So I have decided to embrace my insomnia. I get out of bed at 2:30 in the morning and feel pretty refreshed. I chat with a DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-64610677935955552382009-10-22T13:20:00.000-07:002009-10-22T18:33:21.131-07:00Grace and TruthJohn 1:17 Moses brought the law, Christ came to bring grace and truth. This verse has always stuck out to me; it made sense but it did not. I knew somewhat of the law of Moses; 613 commands on how to eat, bathe, marry, work and generally live. As Christians I think we can only vaguely understand how stressful Judaism must be, unless of course we have grown up in a conservative church that had a DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-79880798612079873962009-10-21T13:34:00.000-07:002009-10-21T19:48:48.717-07:00Work CorrespondenceEmails sent to my entire department: Hi All! I have missed all of you terribly while I was on vacation (sorta) LOL. Anyway, While I was out of my office a fellow co-worker took it upon themselves to care for my heater so that it would not be lonely. And I appreciate that, however, now that I am back, I would like it if that person can see to my heater making it back to it's home office. DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-68682596081244559892009-10-20T19:12:00.000-07:002009-10-20T19:50:22.813-07:00Best. Quote. Ever "the worst judge of all is the man now most ready with his judgments; the ill-educated Christian turning gradually to the ill-tempered agnostic, entangled in the end of a feud of which he never understood the beginning, blighted with a sort of hereditary boredom with he knows not what, and already weary of hearing what he has never heard." G.K ChesteronDarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-29935088345070165582009-10-18T14:39:00.000-07:002009-10-18T15:23:50.240-07:00Oscar Wilde "De Profundis"Remember that one should be thankful that there is any fault that one can be unjustly accused. If you find one false excuse for yourself, you will soon find a hundred, and be just what you were before.You had no motives in life, appetites merely. The real fool, such as the Gods mock or mar, is he who does not know himself. I had always thought that my giving up to you in small things meant DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1