Category Archives: Paper Journal
145 – many airplane rides ago
201003231815 A friend told me once about some drug that’s meant to mimic the neurological processes of dying. You feel like you’re dying. You see a bright light and reach out to it and all of that. I wondered if … Continue reading
140 – After this, I almost got hit by a car
201009011059 I had kind of a curious interaction with my grocer this morning. He seemed to give me a look when I passed him by on the early part of my trip, and when I went to check out he … Continue reading
116 – mustard seeds (all the writing i’ve done this week)
201001050052 – I wonder if I tried too hard to make [someone] fit my [someone-else] hole. 201001052254 Dear Lord, When you care for someone, truly care about someone, it is like a marriage, a marriage of some parts of your … Continue reading
Filed under Paper Journal, Passion, Relationships, Short
111 – My body is never where my heart is.
2009, December 20 – 21:34 I have this yearning right now to go to a war-torn country. Yemen. Someplace forgotten. Someplace nobody really goes to volunteer or study. Someplace awful and terrifying. This might be one of those be-careful-what-you-wish-for sorts … Continue reading
105 – For this, I am thankful.
Knives for Cocoa A man with whom I’ll be traveling and I, we were cooking on a Sunday for a fundraiser for that trip. The two of us sautéed onions and tossed sauce and rolled tortillas in his apartment. This … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Justice, Paper Journal
096 – We’re Going to Disneyland
200907031834 Two years old must be the perfect age to be happy about something. Because it’s happiness for the moment. And it affects you, even if you don’t remember it, even if there’s no self-centered motivation to express that to … Continue reading
Filed under Beautiful Things, Paper Journal, Short
092 – free-write reflections
Today I wake up intent on writing 250 words about the womb, or a basement, a cave. In some ways they are all very much the same. And I turn on a record (M. Ward: Hold Time, which I fell … Continue reading
050 – To Travels
excerpted from my paper journal, 200901202159 I’ve been hanging around [one of the other residence halls] lately, not even to visit anyone but just to be there, and that’s where I want to be right now. I want to be … Continue reading
Filed under Paper Journal, Transience/Nomadism, Uncategorized
041 -The Cascades are different from the Rockies
from my handwritten journal, 20081130 at 14:14 Here’s the thing: nobody thinks she’s cool. And if she does, then maybe I don’t want to be hanging out with her anyway. So when I’m talking to someone awesome, it shouldn’t really … Continue reading
016 – My Trip To The Asian Supermarket
written 2008, March 22, Saturday I would like to drink more loose leaf tea. Late in this morning was another trip to the Asian supermarket. This is by no means anything monumental, because I am Asian, and as politically incorrect … Continue reading
Filed under Adventures, Beautiful Things, Hopes and Dreams, Paper Journal
012 – On Satisfaction
I want to write some sort of all-encompassing final wrap-up to my Mexico entries, because I’ve already given you the stuff in my notebook and then some. But I can’t even face it. I don’t understand it. I don’t even … Continue reading
007 – Teotihuacan
2008, 3 julio, juevesLocation: Teotihuacan. I know I’m missing at least one accent mark. Dear Journal, Yesterday I puked on the top of the Temple of the Sun. Erika, who is currently sitting next to me on the bus towards … Continue reading
006 – I am on a bus, riding the roads of Mexico (Yucatán)
2008, junior 30, lunes 15:05Location: leaving Valladolid When I get home, I think I want to read the letters of Saint Paul. Romans so far seems beautiful and hopeful. These last two, three, four, five days have been too much … Continue reading
005 – I wrote this entry in the dark after lights-out.
2008, 30 junio, Monday (barely), just past midnightLocation: Valladolid, in the hotel roomToday (well yesterday, but yesterday was only half an hour ago):-kids love me, even when I can’t say much of anything to them-Benito [a little boy] asked me … Continue reading
003 – Valladolid and Chemax
2008, June 27, viernes 16:16ish?Location: Valladolid and Chemax (the Mayan village) Today I ate some citrus fruit that was green on the outside and yellow on the inside. [EDIT: We found out that these were just unripened oranges. Good going, … Continue reading
