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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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doorways
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.
So many doorways to choose, huh? I was thinking about this because of choices. Choice is a double edged sword, I think. I thought I would write a quick entry before I get ready to go to work. I'm working the overnight shift at the lodge tonight. My first 'real' shift and all I can think about is how I wish I had an iPod to listen to while doing chores in the big building on my own. So I don't hear any ghosts. *grin*

Yes, the place is haunted.

I'm watching 20/20, I used to watch all the time when I was a suburban wife all those years ago. And one of Aquafina's sources for water is the (gulp) Detroit river? Ick. Choice, people.
I was reading a little note from David Suzuki and how we need to drink tap water now. No more bottled water, too bad for the environment, and we need to start trusting our city's water sources. That is something I'll have to think about that, I think. Heh.

Anyway, I posted some new photos at Flickr, and I am about to join a group in which I must take a photo a day, for a whole year. I can't wait to get started. It will definitely motivate me.

But now it's 11 p.m. and I have to get dressed for work. So....I guess you can choose to read my older entries or go to another webpage, beauties.
Love,
G.

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  • Blogger Peter says so:
    Saturday, February 17, 2007 10:13:00 AM  

    Lodge? Working? Tell us, Gish! :) top

  • Blogger Gish says so:
    Sunday, February 18, 2007 3:21:00 AM  

    Ah. I am doing some casual relief work at a native treatment centre for teens focused on drugs and alcohol. They are totally into the sweat lodge thing and the other stuff. So I just call it the lodge.

    ANd nick and Mary Deleary are around there too.

    So, I get a couple of shifts every week, thats about it. Better than nothing. top