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Aug. 31st, 2009 07:03 pmI hear Disney bought Marvel. I would much prefer it if Marvel bought Disney. That would be interesting.
This entry, and the writing I did atop my trunk yesterday, makes me think about what sorts of spaces I'd like to have. I would like some sort of old little cottage/cabin/shed with some built in shelves for my books, something comfortable to sit on, some old trunks (both as tables and as counters and storage devices for tea), a self-heating kettle, a typewriter, a computer, a soft glowing lamp. I'd like old wood walls and a window with diamond panes. I'd sit there and eat cinnamon and spice and chocolate, drink tea, read wonderful things, and write. Some where nearby would have a tall roof I could climb to.
What are your places (both known and imagined)?
This entry, and the writing I did atop my trunk yesterday, makes me think about what sorts of spaces I'd like to have. I would like some sort of old little cottage/cabin/shed with some built in shelves for my books, something comfortable to sit on, some old trunks (both as tables and as counters and storage devices for tea), a self-heating kettle, a typewriter, a computer, a soft glowing lamp. I'd like old wood walls and a window with diamond panes. I'd sit there and eat cinnamon and spice and chocolate, drink tea, read wonderful things, and write. Some where nearby would have a tall roof I could climb to.
What are your places (both known and imagined)?
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Date: 2009-09-01 01:12 am (UTC)One is that house by the sea that we talked about awhile back, with lavender and sunflowers in the yard and a wooden barn for barn owls to live in and an open lawn for ornithology students to camp out on while they study the owls, and a big kitchen with tiled walls for me to cook for them in. There's antique things and natural things and homemade things and lost-and-found things.
One, which is generally reserved for difficult times, is a long stretch of highway through the desert in the Southwest. Sometimes I'm walking, sometimes I've got an old light blue convertible. I've usually got a black leather jacket that I wear with my arms crossed or my hands stuffed deep inside the pockets, even though it's the desert so I don't know why I'd have a jacket like that on.
In both places, there's always a blustery bit of wind blowing. That's my time: the blustery-winds time.
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Date: 2009-09-01 03:32 am (UTC)