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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Fri Dec 29 00 / 4:55 AM I'm having all these whirly twirly zooming thoughts, and I wonder if I am living out a puppet show where time is a character that orbits your head like cartoon stars. Lately I'm finding the time for nearly everyone in my life, and it never felt so good to be carved into tiny pieces and passed around. To be cuddled like an organ in the Rock DJ video. To be spread thin but on a cracker with caviar. Christmas came and went, and New Year's is on the verge of doing the same. It's almost viscious: do more, and feel like you have less time to do anything. On Christmas Eve I met the Prime Minister of Canada (no, really). I wish to one day be the kind of person who walks into a place in the morning and the people inside tell their friends at lunch time who they saw there. This December feels like the beginning of something big, but it surely has to be more than just the end of an arbitrary millenium. Years and even numbers are human constructs, ones that I curiously bow down to this time and feel their weight on my shoulders. It seems like this January 1 should mean something. More than a new year, a new age. What will this day become an anniversary of?
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Lisa Higgs
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