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I know its an unpopular opinion, but she just feels so real. Like her character seems most human. I think she actually is a good character and is well written in at least the first 4 seasons. Cant believe she falls in love with george but thats what makes it so great. Idk and her smike makes me melt. Shes a good person, but not the smartest doctor. I love Izzie in this show. Shes my favorite character by a long shot. I really liked Burke too until he ditched Cristina.

And then experience pummeled me. Many years later, after the long-suffering exhaustion of life had driven me into the bleak underbelly of realism, my most profound thought was sad and static: that nothing really matters, nobody loves me, and loneliness would always be my most devoted companion. In my new sobering worldview, absent of love, I began to encounter everything as an object without meaning, without modifier. The homeless man selling day-old newspapers on the subway was just a homeless man selling day-old newspapers on the subway. There was no metaphor, no rapture, no cosmic intentions. I had to ask myself: does this make the man, the newspaper, the subway, or myself any less meaningful? No. Quite the opposite. For what resided in that substantial vacancy where I was always prone to symbolize the world to death is exactly what I needed right then: Opportunity. Presence of Mind. Peace On Earth. Stable Stoicism. Absence of Metaphor. Responsibility. And Hard Facts. That was my prayer: to shake off the doting artistry of an over-eager poet with a proclivity to create dreams from doldrums; to approach the world as a concrete object, a thing to be held, not a thing to behold, or allegorized; to remain at peace and in careful jurisprudence in spite of the resentful intonation of my overarching loneliness that devastated innocent bystanders with all the magic castles of the imagination. I told myself: I must snuff out the candle of candy-corn dreams. I must soldier on like a dead-end daydream undeterred. I must be steadfast in the stolid presence and essence of common sense and survival. I must be true to life internal and reside in resignation at last.

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My fourth love was peripatetic: a suitcase stored in an overhead bin on an airplane. Things beget things beget responsibilities. I procrastinated my life by traveling far from it. A day before the voyage, I stayed up late in the polar forces of the night, diligently packing the baggage on the couch, opened up like can of tuna fish, a glass of lemon juice on the nightstand (master cleanse), the Siamese cat washing itself, the dollar store dishes in the sink, my dirty clothes in a paper bag. The last time I had left for this kind of trip, my things were in boxes in one room on the second floor of a gated town house in God-knows-where, New York. Now everything had been transferred as in a swap meet, boxes upon boxes, things upon things, other voices, other rooms. The living room was a labyrinth of speculative journeys, a crossword puzzle of travel prompts. Outside, gale force winds rose to the occasion, knocking on the windows like unwanted guests. I imagined the weather overtaking everything in an apocalyptic frenzy: cups and saucers trembling in tongues, plastic wrap coming undone in a transparent wedding train, pillowcases falling over our heads like hard hats, ceiling fans circumnavigating the neighborhood like helicopter rides, the colored crayons on the kitchen shelf thrown asunder to make slapdash hieroglyphs all over the window panes, the mysterious penmanship of the gods! My mind was preoccupied by disaster, a force majeure, an act of God, a ball of yarn, and the four horses of the Apocalypse. I wanted nothing of it: this origami suitcase lifestyle of travel and transition. I wanted to be here and now. I wanted silence, solace, and stillness. I wanted the simplest of things: a bowl of vanilla ice cream, a warm bath, and a quiet place to sit and stitch my hand-crafted cross-stitch of rainbows and sailboats framing a sexy cartoon portrait of Dionne Warwick diligently working the lines for the Psychic Friends Network from way back in the 1990s, when every solution to every problem was just a phone call away.

Sufjan Stevens is celebrating Pride Month (which begins June 1) with the release of two new songs. The first, "Love Yourself" is based on a sketch Stevens originally wrote and recorded in 1996. "Love, can you love yourself," Stevens sings in a euphoric chorus. "Show me everything, every reason to believe in yourself."

The second, "With My Whole Heart" is an entirely new and much more propulsive piece. In a press release announcing the new songs, Stevens says he wanted to "write an upbeat and sincere love song without conflict, anxiety or self-deprecation."

Day TWO. We explored the Historic Civil War Fort of Fort Stevens and the four Batteries that were stationed around. The Fort was used in two world wars, and now stands as a memorial to all who sacrifice for our freedom. So, there is a strange beauty in the graffiti walls, building remains, and just the story of this countries heroes. I loved it. We took the first tour offered on the "beast". This big military- off the road truck. The boys were so excited. The tour is about 45 min and is only $6 per adult, $4 per kid 8-12 years old and the littles were free. So, we rode around as the tour guide told us all about the fort and batteries and the men that served there. After the tour, we hung out at the museum/visitor's center for a bit and walking through the grounds. I love that a lot of the areas are open to explore. Be prepared to walk a lot if you plan on visiting. Wear comfy shoes, and bring a jacket. We went back to the cabin for lunch and to nap the little guy. Then headed to the South Jetty, it's parking lot C. There's an Observation Tower that you can see where the Columbia river meats the Ocean. We took a walk up the Jetty. I can't describe how beautiful it was. On the way we saw a bald Eagle just hanging out below us. That was the closest I've ever seen in the wild. I wish I had a different lens on my camera to get better shots. After this long hike and stopping to play in the sand and climb the rocks. Then, we headed back to the cabin for dinner. After dinner we headed back out. Went to the tip if the park to the Wildlife Viewing Bunker and down to the Trestle Bay beach area, where the boys built a fort and we stayed till it was too cold and headed back to the cabin.

Day THREE: I didn't mention that the boys went fishing with Vlad in the mornings before I was awake with the baby. They fished at the Coffenburry Lake that was about half a mile away form the cabin. So this morning my oldest son, Simon, made the fish on the fire and we had it for breakfast. He was so proud of his catch and I was proud of my boy for cooking and cleaning it all by himself.. After that we went on a bike ride to Battery Russell historic site. Took some time exploring it and headed back on the trail. There's a little marker off the trail that leads to two old military platoons. These were pretty cool. We got back to the cabin, had lunch, cleaned up, packed up, and checked out of the cabin by 1pm. We went back to the beach area to spend the rest of the day there. There's a little beach access area between Lot C and Lot D, that cars are able to drive on to the beach and park. Again, my boys loved this so much. including my husband. We found a perfect spot and the boys began to build a fort (has to happen when drift wood is in sight). It was low tide and little pools of water were left for the boys to play in. We had such a good time. We pack a little portable one burner range with a propane tank, we take it everywhere with us. We made chili and hotdogs on it for dinner. As the sun began to set we headed home.

This is our calling as well: to be human again. To haveawareness without shame, we must undo everything the world has told us aboutour worth. We must go back to the beginning. We must be born again. We must be,and know, and love ourselves.

Stevens has always dreamed of being an entrepreneur, and after discussing it with her husband, she decided to launch a food truck: Biscuit Boss. Figuring out what to serve was the easy part. Working at Bob Evans only reinforced a long-held belief of Stevens: People love breakfast, and not just in the morning.

"I know relationships can be very difficult sometimes, but it's always worth it to put in the hard work and care for the ones you love, especially the beautiful ones, who are few and far between," Stevens continued. "If you happen to find that kind of love, hold it close, hold it tight, savor it, tend to it, and give it everything you've got, especially in times of trouble. Be kind, be strong, be patient, be forgiving, be vigorous, be wise, and be yourself.

"Live every day as if it is your last, with fullness and grace, with reverence and love, with gratitude and joy," Stevens wrote in conclusion. "This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it."

There is a kind of gentle resignation in Hart Crane as he confronts erotic loss. Ultimately I think that stems from the Hermetist version of the Fall as a narcissistic reverie that concludes in a catastrophe. Many of us, remembering the now remote erotic attachments of our youth, scores of years back in time, find that involuntarily we remain haunted by a voice we heard emanating from the beloved that seemed timeless and therefore permanent. There is some link that binds together the making of a poem, the illusions of recall, and the tenuous expectation that somehow we will hear again the voice that preceded the instauration of a cosmos forlorn and vagrant through which we blankly wander unable to distinguish what was and what we strain to find again.

Talking about sexuality and gender identity in the Church may be, and often is, difficult. It involves our deeply personal loves and the attachments that shape them; our understanding of ourselves and our relationship with God and others, and our approach to Scripture and the core convictions of our faith. To talk about these things is to make ourselves vulnerable. Moreover, in the Church of England conversations about these matters often bear a weight of pain and distrust caused by the past and present experiences of hurt, exclusion and misunderstanding. However, many speak of such conversations as being ultimately liberating and positive. e24fc04721