tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25099387659934360612024-02-19T03:29:51.736-06:00we sit on the box our souls used to sleep inHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-91736707716850701052011-06-01T14:53:00.001-05:002013-10-10T23:53:06.767-05:00This chapter is closing,
another one is opening,
it's all happening,
it's all right Now.
It's alright, Now.
I won't likely be blogging here any more.
Tumblr is has fun blue backgrounds--hurray!
I'll be sharing words and what not at weneverwait.tumblr.com
thanks for playing, kids!2013 edit: try tinyhomemaker.tumblr.com instead.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-34549048311255852482011-02-07T22:31:00.000-06:002011-02-07T22:31:04.058-06:00Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goooooooodbyeI leave in the morning.
I leave. In the morning.
...
Nope, doesn't seem any more real by saying it differently. I almost backspaced back towards the top of the page because I couldn't figure out what to say after that. I'm exhausted. Naturally, I procrastinated till tonight to pack. And weed out junk I don't need. And re-pack. Seriously, how can a few skirts, shirts and necessities take up so Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-5786270904672460462011-01-13T23:46:00.000-06:002011-01-13T23:46:34.414-06:00Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-30362521709284048172010-12-21T04:22:00.000-06:002010-12-21T04:22:13.479-06:00The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift." (Albert Einstein)
Just found this and don't feel like pulling out my commonbook to write it down. Tomorrow, tomorrow--and possibly an update on things somewhat new.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-18747457042928672492010-11-24T23:42:00.001-06:002010-11-24T23:43:16.225-06:00I appreciate home and trainLife is a whirlwind that incessantly howls, oh so lowly, in my ear. I exist during the quiet hours, sprawled in my bed (yes, I'm sleeping on a bed again). I trace the rolling quiet during cigarette breaks--now coloring breaks complete with crayons and underwater critters. But it's much too cold in Wisconsin to slip outside for a concentration on color. My bed is five hundred miles away,Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-91456893819749192112010-11-15T13:48:00.000-06:002010-11-15T13:48:10.108-06:00rocky mountain dreamsHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-84448335260644562182010-10-26T16:19:00.000-05:002010-10-26T16:19:51.100-05:00You will NEVER be merely pretty.
When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother
“What will I be? Will I be pretty? ”
Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?
What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich
which is almost pretty depending on where you shop.
And the pretty question infects from conception passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers’ hearts in a shrill of fluorescent floodlight of worry.
“Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-18555064299709574652010-10-26T16:14:00.002-05:002010-10-26T16:14:55.462-05:00Scratch and Dent Dreams
Come on in, I’ve got a sale
on scratch and dent dreams,
whole cases of imperfect ambitions
stuff the idealists couldn't sell.
Yeah, I know none of its got price tags,
you decide how much its worth.
And none of its got glossy colored packaging
but it all works just fine.
I’ve got rainy day swing sets
good night kisses and stationary stars
still flying at the speed of light.
And over Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-62327893165243188012010-09-17T19:11:00.003-05:002010-09-17T19:11:38.969-05:00I've fallen in love, happy as houses.Home is Where the Heart Is
The Sounds
There was a place in my hometown where I use to wander
Above the trees I saw a big black cloud of thunder
Summer rain in my face like snowflakes falling from space
It was so beautiful, and then I passed the mountains
I went coast to coast, and from star to star
That's how you learn, just who you are
[Chorus]
Home is where your heart is
Find where you Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-55350577623982181462010-05-30T19:47:00.000-05:002010-05-30T19:47:04.275-05:00don't let me forgetHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-21197787583980018552010-05-26T15:06:00.001-05:002010-05-26T15:12:15.359-05:00give me your words, Saul Williams. give me your words for a new world.I read the most amazing poembook of my life: , said the shotgun to the head by Saul Williams. I wish the world would read it. Here are my favorite quotes from it:
"Citizens
where is your allegiance?
why do you pledge
with a covered heart
when it needs to be opened?"
-p. 171
"intelligence is intuitive
you needn't learn to love
unless you've been taught
to fear and hate."
-p. 121
"only through Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-27068738476809851052010-05-19T15:12:00.001-05:002010-05-19T15:16:25.490-05:00what happens when you get a hammock, hold the ham?Sew What Hammock!
"Wilderness" chair.
Pallet chair.
Now if only someone would want to adventuremake these with me.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-27442955327683979092010-05-19T13:04:00.000-05:002010-05-19T13:04:04.537-05:00Way down deep inside we all just stay the same
This is super rad. Thanks to Mariela for finding it :-)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-69696173169854496682010-05-16T21:56:00.001-05:002010-05-16T21:59:04.780-05:00Lucy in the sky with feelingsFrom CNN:
When she was only two days old, Lucy, a chimpanzee, was purchased by the University of Oklahoma and sent to live with Dr. Maurice Temerlin, a noted psychologist, who, along with his wife, raised the little chimp as if she were their own human child.
Lucy was taught how to eat normal meals at the table using silverware. She could dress herself, often choosing to wear skirts just like Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-48491510504933200732010-05-09T14:03:00.000-05:002010-05-09T14:03:32.695-05:00Awesome.Epic. Especially with the addition of a record player also run by peddling. Adventures!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-80542011710843498002010-05-05T11:57:00.002-05:002010-05-05T11:58:42.186-05:00
ta>
<!--
/* Style Definitions */
p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal
{mso-style-parent:"";
margin:0in;
margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}
@page Section1
{size:8.5in 11.0in;
margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;
mso-header-margin:.5in;
mso-footer-margin:.5in;
Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-88660064558674604122010-05-04T11:31:00.000-05:002010-05-04T11:31:17.877-05:00Why did the farmer bury all his money? -- to make his soil richMy day has just been made. Check out these awesome awful jokes. You know you want to. Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-65290984376339805472010-04-28T09:30:00.003-05:002010-04-28T09:33:11.534-05:00A human can be healthy without killing animals for food. Therefore if he eats meat he
participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. -- Leo Tolstoy.
Whenever we cause suffering or death to any other being, we cause suffering to the Great Life Force. -- Shik Po Chih.
"I would not eat if no one kills the animal," said the meat eater. "I would not kill if Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-7334589769033725312010-04-26T21:31:00.001-05:002010-04-27T09:02:05.416-05:00In two and a half hours I'll be 21. That sort of weirds me out.
Someone wished me ftxozäri aylrrtok ngaru. Can I just say this is the coolest birthday greeting ever? Better even than Klingon. Yeah, I just said it. Na'vi, I love you! It means "smiles to you on you celebration" (happy holidays, happy birthday, etc.)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-57442195333887681562010-04-26T13:15:00.001-05:002010-04-26T13:16:31.800-05:00Wanted: Graffiti artist to transfer their mad powers into my mind
Broken Fingaz -Graffiti Stop Motion from Broken Fingaz on Vimeo.
I will have a child like this some day:
Well, maybe not. But if I don't get around to it, it's good to see someone else did. That kid rocks!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-64640667797059064862010-04-25T00:38:00.000-05:002010-04-25T00:38:37.905-05:00Staceyann Chin is my new Andrea Gibson
Her words:
Am I a feminist or a womanist? The student needs to know if I do men occasionally and primarily, am I a lesbian? Tongue tied up in my cheek, I attempt to respond with some honesty. Well, this business of Dykes and Dykery, I tell her, it’s often messy. With social tensions as they are, you never quite know what you’re getting.
Girls who are only straight at night, hardcore Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-14439484627249797712010-04-20T10:37:00.002-05:002010-04-20T10:37:44.482-05:00Freaking awesome. Love.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-18207976361071866192010-04-20T10:06:00.001-05:002010-04-20T10:06:51.279-05:00Barbie and Ken by Rafael CasalHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-39061532731531842302010-04-18T15:02:00.000-05:002010-04-18T15:02:07.457-05:00Patterns of a Diamond Ceiling by Marnie SternI am not looking to find a pot of gold
I will paint you a picture that's inside my head
First I must carve out a place
Picture yourself carving out a place in a room
Now look up there's the diamond ceiling
Look up now, this is what it sounds like
Around you is a solitude trilogy
And glass slippers are on your feet
When I say go
You'll here the solitude trilogy come in clearly
Go
Now Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509938765993436061.post-83742800862851691132010-04-17T20:31:00.000-05:002010-04-17T20:31:50.368-05:00all things lovelyI want to try making my own fingerpaint sometime.
And huaraches.
Coffee air freshener?
This is pretty.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00570446037995024194noreply@blogger.com0