Raining on my own Parade

    Raining on my own Parade

      The rain falls on the rooftop café in Aspen, quickly turning into pez-sized hail. The man and his jack-o-lantern faced daughter run out to play in it – he snaps a requisite shot of her scrawny frame in front of the bubbling pink fountain. Another man, white-haired and khakied, explains how hail works to […]

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    #33theyearofLeigh

    It’s my year, the year of Leigh. Well, it all started over 2 months ago really, that time when I was going to start blogging more, reading more, exercising more, drinking less, sleeping less, lazing less, but here I am. No one would deny that it seems like I have taken myself at my word […]

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    BeMariposa

    BeMariposa

    I always wanted someone to ask and to care about my online handle BeMariposa. But no one really asks, and if they mention anything it’s just to show me that they know it means butterfly in Spanish. And why should they? Plus, if you see it, the most natural assumption is that I tried Mariposa […]

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    #foodporn in the mechanical age of reproduction

    #foodporn in the mechanical age of reproduction

    I’m having problems with the diss, naturally. And sometimes when you take a look at if from a different angle that can really help, like talking it out with someone. The thing is, much like trying to listen and understand what my father or brother do in their marketing or engineering jobs, there’s something in […]

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    10 minutes 1/9/2016

    10 minutes 1/9/2016

    Continued from this post Even I had made fun of the solitary cheese during the game. Now I was ashamed of myself. Why should being alone – in and of itself – be such a matter of derision?   And it isn’t really, not in principle, but it has started to feel like it from, […]

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    10 minutes 1/8/201

    10 minutes 1/8/201

    I will return to Rachel later, there’s only so much tragedy that the curator wills upon oneself in a week. I’ve been reading a Margaret Atwood book, Moral Disorder, and I’m not sure where it comes on her long lineage of literature, nor do I know much about her, except that my best friend loved […]

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