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brain is too mushed to come up with coherent strings of words so here are some fun articles/links for you to peruse:
  • looking for jewelry that encourages and inspires? check out Handstamped Stories by Stephanie

  • Engaging online: Five tips from St. Benedict: my high school English teacher sent this article after reading an online discussion i had with a friend; she said i reminded her of St. Benedict with my answers. with every word you say...witness.

  • The David Foster Wallace Disease: this articulates well my relationship with DFW's writing.

  • i actually have not finished going through this one but some of the pictures made me lol: Funny airport moments

  • Ryan Holiday's reading list: i'm subscribed to Ryan Holiday's monthly reading list because he introduces me to books i've never heard of. he advocates for the Stoic philosophy, which is well and good to a certain extent, but if i could have one moment with Mr. Holiday, who confesses that he seeks books that "teach me things. How to live. How to learn. How to find happiness. How to understand the past. How to prepare for the future. How to succeed. How to manage relationships. How to be a good person," i'd tell him to spend a year and just read the Bible with an open heart. 
have a great week & try not to spend it inside your head too much.

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  1. When I have brainpower, I'll recheck this post ;D

    MB: keturahskorner.blogspot.com
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