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Linnea Ashley on May 26th, 2008

it was one of those days…loosely planned and righteously executed. a friend and i decided carnaval might be a good excuse to hang out again. two turned to five and the expected gray weather turned blue instead, sun warming our layers forcing removal of fleece and long sleeves. steeling glimpses of the parade, scantily clad […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 2nd, 2008

i’ve wanted to write for more than a week. so many things going on personally and beyond…but a friend of mine sent me this video and i finally got the chance to sit down and watch it…take 11 minutes and do the same. it isn’t the cause of my internal struggle but it does represent […]

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Linnea Ashley on April 23rd, 2008

applause is the last bastion of adult peer pressure. sitting at opening night of the san francisco ballet and we applauded everyone and everything at every turn. i’m all for positive enforcement but it seemed excessive. in between each scene, at the final curtain, at the second curtain, hauling the conductor on stage, the director…by […]

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Linnea Ashley on April 20th, 2008

friends have been sending me invitations to facebook for about a year now. early on i had a page on friendster, and after erasing that i had one on myspace (that i maintain solely for one of my oldest friends who refuses to simply email me like a normal person). i drew my arbitrary line […]

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Linnea Ashley on April 9th, 2008

Saul, i tried to respond to your email but it says that you have restricted messages. please send me your info i would love to catch up on you and the family!

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Linnea Ashley on March 30th, 2008

this morning i had a few things to do but weary for no particular reason i lingered in my covers reading Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan. and that is how i came to buy the most expensive eggs of my life. the premise of the book is that the american “culture” of industrialized agriculture is […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 26th, 2008

i’ve been stewing. i didn’t start off this way. at first i was panicked. turning on my television last tuesday morning i caught the blue ticker tape running under a video of obama. “obama talks about race today”. i cringed and immediately my finger pressed the off button. it was instinct. i was mortified, certain […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 16th, 2008

my pity…my empathy…is on reserve. the “oncoming mack truck” stare of the betrayed wife may make a great photo opportunity but my heart breaks for the females not caught in rapid fire flash. the daughters. spitzer may have cheated on his wife but his daughters lost more than devotion. i don’t know his three teenage […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 13th, 2008

Saturday I spent most of the spectacular blue skied warmth inside my house staring at little black cards with various portions of my lines on them. When I finally emerged – huge bag in hand weighed down with black clothes and accent accessories – I was a whirlwind of last-minute errands to prepare for both […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 13th, 2008

The sky, dotted with fluffs of gray-white clouds, is a washed out blue. The trees are lined with shiny green leaves blowing in an eager wind. And I sit staring out of a single paned window wondering when life makes the most sense, when life’s choices and chances seem less arbitrary and more methodical? Wondering […]

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