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Who Couldn't Love these Places?

Well, there are so few who don't have something good to say about this city, and those people probably just have bad memories of the stock-market crashing, and those people are probably dead. To be Honest. But, this place is just amazing. God, I would say more about it, but I've already talked about it so much in prior posts; I don't want to sound like a broken record.

There are so many memories, walking to the Charles Theatre: either freezing your ash off, or lightly scampering out of the rain. Either seeing "Revolutionary Road," "Milk" and "There Will Be Blood". All the best, honestly I love them all.

Dressing Up to Walk Out of Your Bedroom

11,500 jobs lost today

I know we have elected Barack Obama who has promised change to come obviously that change including more jobs or just jobs in general for those whose lost them. But, within a week of his welcomed arrival this has happened, and I can only feel sorry and pity those without a job. It's no one's fault except those who have their presidential or vice presidential powers, but every day is a struggle for these people. Just living with my dad, who did quit, but everyday with a rejection of his unpublished book, everyday there's a disappointing question starting with what if? What if I never get published? What if I don't find something else to do? What if my kids can't pay for college? same for these people. They can only get up a certain amount of days without giving up because the feeling of rejection when trying your best is too hard deal with. And the ones before them, I can't even imagine.

["Are we human or are we dancer?"]

Apparently you can tell a lot about someone through their music. So, right now, according to my selection of "No One" by Alicia Keys, I am black and enduring a very passionate love. Hmmm. . . Not true in any sense. Unless you think that No One is saying something else, or at least reflects something else. Eh?

Now, I'm listening to what the shuffle option on my iTunes has delivered to my ears: "Lovers in Japan/ Reign of Love" by Coldplay. This song is very visual and powerful. It sooths me, while it inspires me in doing an interpretive dance. [my dad just told me that he taught Chris Martin, like he was his interpretive dance instructor] I may need a palm reader or a soothsayer because I really want to know if after college I'll become an interpretive dancer.

I cannot lie, I miss Ivy Ribbon. Limberzen is not nearly as fun.

Deep breath........ shhhhhheeeeeeeee.......... hoooooooooooooooo

I've simply started a new project:

http://limberzen.blogspot.com

It's my new transport to that place of relaxation we all need.

Anything to Puncture The Stillness

I am profoundly vacant at this current moment. I feel inclined to write and fulfill my Zen duty, but nothing is on my finger tips besides this. It is simply that I have nothing really to say anymore. I thought that changing "Ribbon's Mind" to "Five Story Place" would undo my writer's block and reimburse my mind with ideas. But instead it has led to even more emptiness. Perhaps it is time to put Ivy Ribbon to bed. I have seen others follow me, and by that I mean start a project of their own. I can't help but be ego-enhanced for a moment for I led them to have such an idea, well I only hope I did. But at the same time I long to be different. I would never want to be the same as someone else which sounds almost worse than being the same as everybody else. But to be honest, it slightly bothers me that they have followed me; making me choose between Ivy and my Independence. I know that it wasn't my original idea; someone obviously had a project before me, but I followed blogger for I had something to say. Now, I think I've said it. Now on the other hand everyone deserves to be their own. Of course, I don't want to keep anyone from their creative expression. And I'm not talking about all bloggers. I'm talking about only certain ones, or even a singular one. So, this may be Ivy Ribbon's last post though I'm torn. it lies on still water for now. Leaving anything to puncture the stillness.

Vacations are important to reimburse your soul. This is true on so many levels. that's a "Five Story" oppurtunity.

When do we wake up? At what point do we rise from practically being unconscious to having memory?

Who are we?

My mother asked me to describe myself in three words, or so. I couldn't really get past creative and slow. [in my mind, I said fatter] And, honestly, I don't think I'm that creative, but I know I'm pretty slow- physically and mentally.

But, at what point in time do we become critical of ourselves? I don't remember being critical when I was five or really 7. I don't remember when I started comparing my stomach to other girls'. I do-- however-- remember being competitive with other kids in who would finish their tests/quiz's the fastest. I was last a lot. blerg. It really was a race back in elementary school, because grades really didn't matter.

Were We Ever Innocent?

Were we ever Innocent? Was it just for a split second and then the recycled air around us soiled it? We burst into the air that was shared by now trillions and landed into the doctor's or our parent's hands. That first touch or gasp for air was our moment of branding. Then we were carved into the walls of humanity. I am no different. Neither is anyone else. So, aren't we all the same? Innocent once, all at that same time in our mothers' stomach.

Aren't we all criminals at one point in our lives?

Worst Season Ever.... contrary to popular belief

Knowing what I do doesn't matter is not the brightest or optimistic thing I could write about, but it's completely true. Nothing I do resembles anything helpful to this world.

School is the only place that allows me to feel important. Without it I'm lost and small. Even then, I'm belittled by my lackluster abilities. But at least I give somethng to the group and know that I've done something with my day's time.

Clearly, summer is the worst time of the year. My reasons being:

• I lose my momentum and become extremely lazy
• I feel lost in an endless time vat that I don't need, like losing a job and every minute after could be used into getting another one, but you're hot glued to the ground. Guilt every step
• People around me feel the same way but are farther along in life and it really is a waste not to be getting an internship, not to be working, not to be taking classes that matter. If they can't find stability, how can I?

'Me Learn Words are Sounds'

"Take a walk." what does that mean? I know, get up and use those things off your ankles called feet and apply your body's weight to them. Put one foot in front of the other. But how do the sounds "Teh-Ache" mean to receive or accept willingly? And how does "Ah" mean an article meaning one of something? And further more, how does "Way-keh"= to move about in a visible form? So when one is learning a new language and somethings don't translate, this comes into affect. And as Manfred Mann has already established; sometimes you can be blinded by the light.

Ok, I'm not ending it like that, but it's still miraculous how far we've come, language wise. I always imagine how it began; I imagine a round table of men with beards wrestling over how to say things. pointing to various objects and announcing random sounds from their congested throats [dripping with beer]. Oh, and of course, they're men, because if they were females then the french word for breast wouldn't be sein (pronounced sine. how boring is that and horribly sounding)

Nostalgic Story

I miss the days where every minute was picked up by the reigns and taken by storm. I miss the sun. I feel so couped up, but I'm too lazy to go outside. Wow, I sound whiney, but I don't think I'm the only one. If I had somewhere to walk with sidewalks, I would. People need more space sometimes.

DEAR VEGETARIANS,

How could you possably want to eat this over a locally farmed cow or pig?? Ruin it for the rest of us, why don't you.

Of course, I'm just joshin'.