Monthly Archives: January 2007

Five Years

Posted on January 18, 2007 by Marisa

Five years ago today I got on an airplane and moved to Philadelphia.  Despite the fact that I was born in California and grew up in Oregon, I look at this city as the place I am from.  I am … Continue reading →

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I feel loved

Posted on January 17, 2007 by Marisa

Yesterday I got some treats in the mail, including a book I desperately needed for class tonight, a black sock that I had accidentally left in Portland while I was there in December, a twenty year old Septa token and … Continue reading →

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City Noises, 3 am

Posted on January 16, 2007 by Marisa

I sometimes forget how active the city remains, even in the middle of the night.  I’m up at nearly 3:30 am, completely unable to sleep.  I had a cup of coffee this afternoon around 2:30 pm, after nearly two weeks … Continue reading →

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Beginnings

Posted on January 15, 2007 by Marisa

My classes start tomorrow night.  Though I have enjoyed many aspects of the unscheduled life I’ve conducted for the last month, I’m really looking forward getting into a routine that challenges me and gives me a sense of purpose. I … Continue reading →

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Random Friday–Crazy

Posted on January 12, 2007 by Marisa

It’s Friday, late thought it may be, there’s still a little time for a the Random Friday Ten.  The rules are simple, just set your pod or other digital music devise a’shufflin’ and report back the first ten songs it … Continue reading →

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The Nap Angel

Posted on January 10, 2007 by Marisa

Over the course of my life, I’ve come to believe in a variety of task-specific angels.  The first one to develop was the parking angel, who my mom, my sister and I would entreat with varying levels of sincerity to … Continue reading →

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Missing Life

Posted on January 9, 2007 by Marisa

I was standing in my kitchen tonight, peeling some old wrinkled apples in order to turn them into apple sauce, when my cell phone rang.  It was my mom, calling from my sister’s concert.  She was calling to tell me … Continue reading →

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The Prophet, the Panhandler and the Moon

Posted on January 8, 2007 by Marisa

Last Friday I called home to Portland, only to have my mom rush me off the phone with a hurried, “I can’t talk now, I have to get your sister’s CD downtown to be mastered.” I realize that this is … Continue reading →

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The Bottle Room

Posted on January 7, 2007 by Marisa

As most people who read this blog know, the apartment I live in belonged to my grandparents long before I was born. I first came here when I was just three months old and came to visit at least once … Continue reading →

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The Famous No-Knead Bread

Posted on January 6, 2007 by Marisa

I am about two months behind the curve with post, but somehow I just haven’t gotten around to baking Jim Lahey’s much-vaunted No-Knead Bread that appeared on the front page of the New York Times food section on November 8th, … Continue reading →

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