getting close to leaving,

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live in a home not a place,
more ideas, too many ideas.

wake up, robin.

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can't jostle myself out of dreamland.

why my sister is my sister:

good good monday

we're all in this together.

(that's how strong my love is)

two weeks left of work (10 days).

design crush

put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard (anne sexton).

iamblessed

reminds me of uncle pat.
i guess he made one as a boy,
it collects dust in money & walshie's house -

a very small project,
fossilized into artifact,
to be found by a cassie, a jackie, a robin.

It's the way you don't care about me that makes me care about you.

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loving the heist series.

both the graphics & the music,
from Brian Michael Gossett.

Lonely Lake.

It was the name given it on our hiking map. Intrigued,
we followed a narrow, rising trail flecked with autumn,
aspen leaves beneath our feet, young trees leaning across
as if to guard the integrity of loneliness. At the end,
we found the lake, small jewel shining in space, not
obviously frequented, although there was a rickety
dock and on it, a battered rowboat and dented canoe.
No paddles. We sat, one in rowboat, one in canoe,
the loneliness of the lake pared down to bare essentials—
shore lined with thick, dark pine, intense and cloudless sky,
sun flaring on water's changing surface. A hawk dipped
down to startle the peace while two ducks rode the ripples
unperturbed. Stunned by beauty, we reached across—
boat to canoe, canoe to boat—to touch hands,
our own lonely selves connecting as lightly and effortlessly
as the dragonfly wing that earlier brushed against my face.

Joyce Kennedy.

! switching back to robinmcintosh.blogspot.com for good.

don't like the domain name thing, going back to the default tomorrow.

east bay or bust

move in august 1st!
more on my flickr

happy fourth.

roading.

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driving up to san francisco this weekend,
after my begging and groveling omar decided to join me -
t&ds old style.