tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945354821042066422024-03-14T00:56:53.534-07:00bee-yorkon se casseMarge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.comBlogger897125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-35606440664180618382016-10-30T20:30:00.000-07:002016-10-30T21:11:42.527-07:00BLACK HOLE (OR/OF) GRIEF<div>
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My understanding of a black hole--which is a hazy,
non-scientist understanding, so take it for what it's worth--is that they're an exponentially
intensified version of a diamond. Take coal and add pressure you get a
diamond. Now add more pressure to that diamond. Now add more pressure.
Add so much pressure that atoms are condensed, gravity drawing all
matter in squeezing the living daylights out of it all. </div>
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There
is a theory that black holes create universes. They act as a forge,
spinning at unimaginable speeds trapping and wrapping matter up into a
tiny seed particle which explodes on the other side of the black hole as
a new universe. (1) </div>
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Once
I had my heart break, only it didn't feel like breaking. It felt as
though it was being tightly squeezed, painfully so. </div>
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I imagine grief as a
black hole, beginning as the heart is squeezed in an invisible fist of
the irreversible weight of an ending, causing the collapse of the heart
and drawing everything within range into the swirling blackness. For a
while you wear the event horizon around you like a painful crown, you
watch as everything you treasured, hoped for, dreamed of, and once were
spins, torn from their place in the heavens where they should be. Then
you are left on the other side of a one way door in a new universe. What
will it be? Are there no familiar constellations to guide your ship by? Are there no ships? Would it be better to not remember as you walked into this new world?</div>
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I read Joan Didion's <i>Year of Magical Thinking</i>,
because I saw this quote from it, "When we mourn our losses we also
mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no
longer. As we will one day not be at all." I felt that painful heart
squeeze for a person who was living and gone and for several people who
were dead, whom I had felt die and then seen them picked out of the car
and off the road and placed gently into the back of a pickup truck
parked in the middle of a highway in Paraguay. It was for that I read <i>Year of Magical Thinking</i>.
It was for the person who I was six years ago who couldn't stop seeing
and feeling all those moments and aching painfully over the living and
the dead. For that person who had no strength of will to go, to stretch,
or to push herself. And for the girl she had been.</div>
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Grief is a beautiful awful thing.<br />
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(1) <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/02/140218-black-hole-blast-explains-big-bang/&source=gmail&ust=1477969804911000&usg=AFQjCNFWuthp3CXUdKmLAcxJVtJc4VmZ_A" href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/02/140218-black-hole-blast-explains-big-bang/" target="_blank">http://news.<wbr></wbr>nationalgeographic.com/news/<wbr></wbr>2014/02/140218-black-hole-<wbr></wbr>blast-explains-big-bang/</a><br />
(Another basic resource on black holes) <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?hl=en&q=http://www.nasa.gov/audience/forstudents/k-4/stories/nasa-knows/what-is-a-black-hole-k4.html&source=gmail&ust=1477969804911000&usg=AFQjCNGUs2hlVxKYpHvwIHcja8nfsXR89A" href="http://www.nasa.gov/audience/forstudents/k-4/stories/nasa-knows/what-is-a-black-hole-k4.html" target="_blank">http://www.nasa.gov/audience/<wbr></wbr>forstudents/k-4/stories/nasa-<wbr></wbr>knows/what-is-a-black-hole-k4.<wbr></wbr>html</a> Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-18776079209506038492016-04-23T09:59:00.002-07:002016-04-23T10:04:58.311-07:00JOURNAL: THERE'S BLOOD ON MY MOTHERBOARD<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> My biggest fear continues to be that people will find me boring. Or grow bored with me, I'm not sure if those are the same or two different things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's a thing that has haunted me for always. I used to think I could banish it, that I'd beat it and cast it off like a brilliant and powerful amazon (not the corporation) never to be held back again. But now I recognize it will probably always be there. It's become a thing to face, to test--to dance with and romance and then to shy away from again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There's a lull in building friendships--a great gulf that scares me every time. The initial getting-to-know-facts-and-favorite-colors step is second nature now. The shy young kid who crept around her dorm building freshman year and sat paralyzed unable to speak to anyone in her classes has blossomed a bit. But there's this deep cavernous pit, a moon crater, or perhaps a Kola Superdeep Borehole--a scientific drilling project that I'm afraid of going into because I hate when we come away empty and walk away from each other. Perhaps it's better to look at these as expeditions in the name of science and in the pursuit of truth rather than feeling like I just shared a bit of my soul that I can't get back even though it's been rejected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How do you even share when your raisons d'être are made of things like cupping your hands in front of your face and blowing at the honeysuckle petals in your hand to watch as they flutter in a puff of tiny brilliant orange specks? Marvels like that are so quiet and small, they're hard to share with most people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I'd been pondering this because I've dipped back into a reclusive phase and I'm feeling the need to break out in some way. Last night I was twiddling my thumbs <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">reflecting</span> when <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I knew what was</span> needed was to film something. Anything. So I took a walk to a hidden little nature preserve I discovered a few months ago with a boy--I'd known for a long time I'd need to go back alone to make it mine. Even then as we'd held hands we felt like two solo units who happened to be there in step with each other. I walked there hoping I'd find it again, find it before it was dark. I found the stairs just as we had then and I climbed down into this beautiful place. And for a minute I filmed the stream as I looked around and breathed in the world. </span><br />
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-73908434862150819792015-10-15T05:39:00.000-07:002015-10-15T05:39:00.380-07:00HAS IT BEEN FOUR YEARS?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-20555994127599871012015-05-07T22:09:00.001-07:002015-05-07T22:09:40.156-07:00JOURNAL: AGE, WEAR, AND BLITHER<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes I'm reminded that I need to write more. I've never seen myself as a writer, never felt the call to be an author. Rather, I <i>have</i> to write. I would not be a happy, well-adjusted, fairly confident individual without writing. I wouldn't be a lot of things so it's easier to say what I would be: miserable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been biking for my work commute as we've been blessed of late with this fresh, spring weather. This is a ten mile round trip with plenty of up and downhills. Add to that my vague training for a 10K (running) race at the end of May...My body has been telling me it's aging this past year. I feel damaged much more quickly if I don't stretch it and rest it like it wants. It's a whole new phase of life with sciatic nerves and ligaments and strangely specific muscle aches. Where raising my arm while dancing to Sam Cooke on soul night can pull a muscle and take a couple of months to heal. Bodies are weird and precarious and really special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Guys, I can comprehend now that I'll near middle age. Before you know it I'll be 30 and then it's just a fleetly, flittly, flying leap to 40. I can see 40 approaching. I've always seen years stretching out before me like a strange day (but year) planner, white boxes enclosed in structured black lines. Which is funny because no one actually experiences time this way, but I've always had this image and it continues on, now with 38, 39, and 40 in view. </span><br />
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-89713017224346146962015-04-19T22:30:00.001-07:002015-04-19T22:30:41.148-07:00JOURNAL/ILLUSTRATION: PEOPLE IN APRIL<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is what happens when I'm sitting next to my boyfriend while drawing in my notebook:</span></span><br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I wrote the speech bubble by the worm, "We're good friends," thinking this was such an adorable, sweet friendship and he made the bat respond with, "Yeah! Now I'ma eat you!" which sparked the debate that encircles the original sketch. This was after he requested I draw a worm hole so I drew a worm, he requested a Batarang which I guess is the name for Batman's throwing star/bats so I drew a bat, he said the bat should have a superman shield emblem so I drew a CTR emblem.</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-72382454266635702922015-03-10T05:37:00.000-07:002015-03-10T05:37:00.597-07:00THREE YEARS AGO TODAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-5975882014552902062015-02-05T05:24:00.000-08:002015-02-05T05:24:00.105-08:00& THREE YEARS AGO TODAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-46426865636902821172015-02-03T18:00:00.000-08:002015-02-03T18:00:03.533-08:00JOURNAL: A GROWING NEED<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'M MORE</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">COMFORTABLE</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">THAN EVER</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">WITH MYSELF</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">ALL I WANT</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">TO DO</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">IS PRETEND</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">TO BE</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">OTHER PEOPLE.</span> </span></span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-35176382278319111722015-02-03T05:18:00.000-08:002015-02-03T05:18:00.286-08:00THREE YEARS AGO TODAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-87267384875776198422015-01-29T05:51:00.000-08:002015-01-29T05:51:00.628-08:00THREE YEARS AGO TODAY BUT IT TAKES ME BACK FURTHER STILL<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-53525834389687519192015-01-28T23:23:00.001-08:002015-01-28T23:23:29.142-08:00ILLUSTRATION: FINNISH RUNNING ROBOTS<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: cyan;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">LOOK,</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: cyan;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">THEY'RE SO JOYOUS!</span></span></span></span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-42029495172031223422015-01-14T22:23:00.000-08:002015-01-14T22:23:28.970-08:00JOURNAL: REMOVAL FROM REALITY<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would dearly like a day removed from reality, removed from linear time––just the capsule of my bedroom transplanted to the forested mountain wilds. A pile of books around my bedside table and pillows, some black licorice for snacking, and giant windows looking onto a universe where there are no people: that's what I long for. The evening would call for a thick, knit sweater and a crackling fire.</span><br />
Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-80818326594951294602015-01-13T23:01:00.000-08:002015-01-13T23:01:18.113-08:00PHOTO: CLOUD DAY // NOSTALGIA OF A PRAIRIE SKY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-34571312809884148232014-12-13T10:10:00.000-08:002014-12-13T10:10:47.747-08:00JOURNAL: DEALING WITH THE IRREGULARLITY OF BUSES<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bus is regularly 20-40 minutes late, not on my way to work, happily, but the buses to take me home. It's going to keep happening and I really don't like being mad. It's fruitless and frustrating. There must be a good reason the bus is late, right? Just because I don't see any traffic and all the other buses seem to be running just fine doesn't mean there's not a valid reason. I just have to make one up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After thinking of that story the bus pulled up, I gave the driver a reassuring smile, and I gave up imagining reasons for why it was late.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This week I've completely fallen under the spell of Stromae, a Belgian human of pop amazingness. He's really popular in Europe so I heard him all the time last year and thought, "Oh yeah, this guy's pretty good but let's listen to some Bob Dylan." But this week I've been obsessed. Last night on my bus ride home (that was only ten minutes late) I watched this music video over and over and over, you should too. All of you. To give you a brief synopsis, one of the lines in the song translates to: "Everybody knows how to make babies but nobody knows how to make dads." (Which isn't true, I must say, I can't keep quiet on that. Some people do know how to be dads. I know some excellent fathers including my own marvelous Dad.) Now keeping that in mind listen to the music and watch the video and wonder at the layers of what is going on here. And even though you may not understand the lyrics, rest assured he's exceedingly clever at playing on words (at least according to this French novice who's typing this up) to say what he wants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And in closing, I need to work on my bacon cooking skills. </span><br />
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Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-36364965148699540432014-12-10T15:17:00.000-08:002014-12-10T15:17:44.003-08:00JOURNAL: POLAND IS A LAND YOU MUST PAY ATTENTION TO<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is so incredibly important. You need, need, need, need, need, need, NEED to know about Franek Kimono. He's brilliant. Imagine Rocky if he were Polish and decided to record a disco album. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My coworker and I discovered him during a morning absorbed in Polish music exploration, a pursuit I highly recommend. Time and time again I've found Poland is a frequently overlooked rich treasure trove.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Franek is actually the creation of a man whose name, Piotr Fronczewski, I cannot pronounce but nevertheless is an actor and singer who in 1983 decided to record the Franek Kimono album as a joke and stumbled into success. I am not in the least surprised, the album is incredibly delightful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A longtime favorite Pole of mine is the film director Andrzej Wajda. His films are masterful and poignant and I am fully aware that's the least substantive sentence, I essentially have told you nothing about him. Let me put it this way: his films, from the first viewing, have reached themselves deep into the folds of my mind. I regularly reflect on them, tracing the outline of their images. <i>Ashes and Diamonds </i>(1958) and <i>Katyn</i> (2007) both deal with war from which I've pieced together histories we don't hear often. I never knew Poland was invaded both by the Nazis and the Soviets during WWII and suffered under each, the Soviet control lasting for decades.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Perhaps you're crazy and history and movies about the terror and tenderness that occurs during war isn't your thing. I still think you should watch them. Particularly look for a reference to <i>Antigone</i> in <i>Katyn</i>. In fact, brush up on your familiarity with Sophocles' and Anouilh's versions of the play, then watch <i>Katyn</i>. With a box of tissues. And some candy canes, for 'tis the season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xoxo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Marge </span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-36830063062195081832014-12-07T00:24:00.000-08:002014-12-07T00:31:27.865-08:00JOURNAL: MY OLD PERSON MUSIC TASTES + BUBBLES<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aside from the usual favorite songs like Lou Reed's "Perfect Day," Velvet Underground's "Found a Reason," and The Smiths "There is a Light that Never Goes Out," I've found a lot of new musical obsessions lately. In playing DJ in my office, I instituted cultural music mornings which my coworker heartily embraced and which have taken over the whole day. Some of our forays are more adventurous than others, like that time we tried didgeridoo music.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On stressful days we may put on the Chet Baker radio station; when we're peppy it's the Regional Mexicano station. Our lists of internet radio stations are ever expanding. My coworker is regularly calling out requests, we're both always looking for new things. Tonight I found a Russian songstress <i>who sings in Russian</i> I'm excited to delve into, and I believe I've figured out how we can listen to more of Benoit Quersin and Esole Eka Likota's <i>Anthologie de la musique Congolaise.</i> I bring all these up to spread the delight I find them to be, I think you should all be listening to them. Also, to point out that I am largely out of touch with whatever may be on a contemporary radio station. Don't worry, I'm really 87 not 27. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Accordingly, I've got two treats for you tonight you must immediately listen to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One is the Accordion Tribe's "Waltz for Sandy."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other star is Nino Ferrer's "Les Cornichons." That translates to a song entitled "Pickles." The entire song is about food. It's largely comprised of lists of foods and condiments like mayonnaise, mustard, mushrooms, chicken, chocolate, etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is all, now go about your ways with love and fascination.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xoxo </span><br />
<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-28550963962402155642014-11-10T13:17:00.000-08:002014-11-10T13:17:15.938-08:00PHOTO: CLOUD DAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-39426946128690432532014-11-02T09:09:00.000-08:002014-11-02T09:09:18.996-08:00JOURNAL: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORTH DAKOTA FROM OUTER SPACE + A NOTE ABOUT ASPHALT<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today is my dear North Dakota's 125th Anniversary of statehood. In honor, you must listen to our state National Guard singing the state hymn:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.nd.gov/mediafiles/State-Hymn-ND_National_Guard-1.mp3"><i>Click here to listen to the North Dakota State Hymn</i></a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many thanks are due to Elise for her clever whit and Janna for her sewing my arms in and all the other many, many things my lovely housemates do for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">DEAR NORTH DAKOTA, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even dressed as Outer Space for Halloween I felt a tether from the center of my heart to the folds of your dark earth and strange, beautiful streets. The Sheyenne River twists around my ankles, my knees are made of blizzards, mosquitos buzz in my brain, my eyes are full of Canada geese, and on each shoulder are little hairy bison with their melting brown eyes. Thank heavens for thee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I went to a yoga class for the first time in forever and after an arm collapsingly glorious session, while lying on my back with my eyes closed I realized it has been just over ten years since my cross country coach died. I thought of his gruff old voice, his patience, and the miles of asphalt I ran at his command. May those miles never leave me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My heart is full. </span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-63851859050977117582014-10-31T11:57:00.000-07:002014-10-31T11:57:57.825-07:00JOURNAL: SPILT BRAIN ON SPLIT LIP*<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Anyone lived in a pretty how town" says e e cummings. In sixth grade I tried to write my name on my papers in a lower case letters. I don't think I knew much of e e cummings poetry, I definitely wasn't much of a poetry fan in those days, but I knew of him and his small e's. My teacher asked me if my name wasn't a proper noun. <i>Proper noun.</i> What a strange term. I went back to capitalizing my name. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is another term, <i>ambiguity tolerance</i>, that in the context in which I learned it refers to how well you handle broad instructions on an assignment. Do you prefer itemized rubrics asking for a personal essay that's five pages long, single-spaced, Times New Roman 12 point font, making sure to cover the points of your birth, most embarrassing moment, graduation from high school, and how good you are at sticking to a grocery list<i>? Or</i> do you prefer the looseness of being asked to write a personal essay, taking as long as necessary to fully explain your thoughts?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or, outside of the classroom, does your heart feel at peace when you read:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>anyone lived in a pretty how town</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>(with up so floating many bells down)</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>spring summer autumn winter</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>he sang his didn't he danced his did</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or, how frustrated do you become with my blog?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My ambiguity tolerance in liberal arts and the kitchen is usually very high. For instance, my ideas for Halloween costumes this year have been: The Beatles' "Revolution #9," Light as a feather/Stiff as a board, or a constellation which was such a concrete idea it quickly transmuted into Outer Space. (Which, in reality, just looks like I'm wearing a giant navy blue mumu and trying to be a wizard.) However, situations that are typically classified as straightforward are highly foggy to me. Like biology and this goals/performance review worksheet I'm to do for work. I've an email here with a list of questions to help me come up with goals. "What career goals do you have? What sorts of training do you need to get there?" Within the confines of the job I'm at now, because they require temps to participate as well, these questions seem the height of ambiguity and therefore must each require three pages of conjecture. Instead, I have a spreadsheet to fill in. This is a part of business that confuses me. "Here, human, tell me your hopes and dreams but in a succinct enough matter that it will fit in these 4 merged spreadsheet cells but compelling enough that we promote you, give you health insurance, and treat you like a human being."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have I been dropped in an unfamiliar sea? In a place where the sun casts its light so evenly there's no telling cardinal directions and what land awaits me who knows where? Never mind, New Sea, I don't worry, I can swim.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">all by all and deep by deep </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and more by more they dream their sleep </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">noone and anyone earth by april </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">wish by spirit and if by yes. </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172072">*from <i>The Woman Who Laughed on Calgary</i> by Heather McHugh</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/11856">anyone lived in a pretty how town by e e cummings</a> </span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-20163321416389586052014-10-17T05:43:00.000-07:002014-10-17T05:43:00.272-07:00THREE YEARS AGO TODAY<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-59312260995298128542014-10-09T05:33:00.000-07:002014-10-09T05:33:00.330-07:00THREE YEARS AGO TODAY I SUNK MY FEET IN THE EARTH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-394535482104206642.post-66820634102243276802014-10-08T23:08:00.000-07:002014-10-08T23:08:00.795-07:00POEM: CATERWAULING<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They made me a tiny violin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Meaning,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am now a violin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tiny,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Screeching.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And there's a dreadful</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">coming from the alley</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">accompanying me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally don't feel lonely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>This is part of a series of horrible poems that I'm writing as a 2014 New Years Resolution.</i> </span>Marge Bjorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17275304940751026654noreply@blogger.com1