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Studying, Oakland Library
From where Iβm sitting, thereβs a clear view of some buildings and roads threading through this part of Oakland. Iβve found myself in the main building of the Oakland Public Library, tucked away on the second floor, in the Newspaper and Magazine Room. I came here in search of a reliable table and chair, something β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 8
The notion of productivity, its very aura, had long repelled me. It struck me not as virtue but as bondage disguised in aspiration. I was, for some years, possessed of the faint and foolish belief that the acquisition of a Field Notes notebook, slim and vaguely masculine, along with an overly wet, lushly bleeding fountain β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 4
Itβs Friday. Nothing urgent is happening. Iβve been mostly offline, not for any noble reason, just avoidance. I changed something on my websiteβpermissions, maybe a settingβand now itβs gone dark. Should be back tomorrow. In the meantime, Iβve resumed my little side quest: sampling oat milk lattes across the Bay Area. My husband actually got β read more
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Retake: Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass, Lana del Rey
Notice itβs another year where spring is over and summer has a way of making an entrance. And here I am, on my bed, listening to Lana Del Rey when I should be rereading Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass. I say βshouldβ not because the poems require discipline or rigor, but because they seem β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 3
I live in the margins of a major city, a choice that now feels less like compromise and more like quiet preference. Iβm old enough to admit that the glamor of being in the heart of it all, the clamor, the lights, the perpetual nearness of strangers, no longer holds much appeal. Even when I β read more
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