faraday's journal!

My journal:


vs.

Dan's journal:

*note how they are exactly the same.

Obviously, Daniel Faraday is not dead & time-travelled to NYC in September to tell to Mandi buy the journal. Or, we will be seeing Mandi in line behind Eloise in a flash-back. Both goood options.

sheena

objects in the rearview mirror

honey

"Put up Christmas lights and the musicians will come."
-Devin Zito, quoting someone I forget.

Goodbye to Newcomb Road. You have brought me many happy hours and eaten the majority of my posessions.

eggtown

I was called a bad Christian for having never dyed Easter eggs. Reputation restored.

the shape of things to come

I am trying to figure out where I am supposed to live now. York seemed like the best option, but the island seems to be saying not so much anymore. It would be too hard to return to New York right now (let's blame the economy for all our problems). So it's looking like I'll be going to Colorado.

On an afternoon in the spring of 2004, my dad and I asked a fortune cookie if I should go to Massachusetts. The cookie said:

You have been offered the opportunity of a lifetime.
Say yes.

On an afternoon in the spring of 2009, my mom and I asked a fortune cookie if we should go to Colorado. The cookie said:

Idleness is the holiday of fools.

window's shadow

"The prayer flags are always the last to go."
Mama Bear

nutrish

My girls are picky about their candy and Booscotti got rave reviews. Rachael Ray couldn't fail if she tried.

starbucks

the other day in Tennessee, I bought the book How Starbucks Saved My Life by Michael Gates Gill for 75 cents. It was an easy quick read, but I finished it, which is more than I can say for most of the books I have encountered lately. It was a beach or bathtub read, but was well-written and held my attention. The storyline was about a man who earned six-figures & had everything, then screwed it all up and found himself, at 64 years old, with a brain tumor and a job at Starbucks. He made the best of the situation and ended up the better for it. I think the book struck a chord with me because of the many hours I have worked at coffeeshops and the common ground of a life splintering. It was a good book, but I’m glad I spent 75 cents instead of the suggested retail of $14.00. Some quotes I liked:

Zelda Fitzgerald: She realized too late that work was dignity.

On the end of a summer love: Its tragic, but not serious.

The funny thing was my feet didn’t hurt when I was actually working. It was like when I was playing high school football: you didn’t notice the aches and pains until after the game.

At Yale, he didn’t even consider the fact that anyone could “fail” at life. Life was life--with all its bizarre twists and turns.