Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Amber: Watching the psychological techniques used in the sixth sense.

Ben: I was surprised by how manicured my thoughts had seemed, how precise they were and despite the weariness I felt. Amid contradictions and on occasion, things click, I guess, and when I turned to Jordan he seemed distraught. "what is it?" I asked. "my foot's asleep." and i thought it comical. so did he. we laughed.

Morgan: I found a cup holder spot for my water.

Rachel: This is Puppy. When I was born he was white with pink ears.

Monday, March 30, 2009


Amber: Every changing familiarity.

Ben: These volumes of camouflaged entertained the coverings of blue and black, towering a bit too dauntingly, and stuck a bit in the creases of parchment giving way to skimming and passing.

Morgan: Something really didn't wont me to give blood today. First, my heart rate was too high, then my blood levels form my finger prick were too low, then the computer shut down haft way through the questionnaire. But one more heart rate read, another finger pick and a new power cord later, I was giving blood for the first time.

Rachel: Leaving Dillard's house after learning that Nate's tacos are in no way sketch.

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Amber: Visiting and photographing Vanessa in Arlington.

Ben: I stepped out from the open door and was met with a cool breeze; it was nice and also refreshing. I could taste the freshly cut grass from down the street. I saw a couple walking, their dog pulled them along at the end of its leash. The dog stiffed the hands of passing children and waged its tail at waving neighbors. The sky was the type of blue you see only every so often and the color you hope to describe when...

Morgan: It was absolutely gorgeous outside. I quickly got ready so I could join some friends and frolic in the sun.

Rachel: I thought my 13 page paper wore me out, until I saw my mother printing her 40 page paper...

Saturday, March 28, 2009


Amber: Home for less than three hours.

Ben: The alarm went off at 5:45 that morning and my eyes barely flinched. I staggered out of bed in time to get on the road by six. There was a fine mist and at times it turned to regular rain. I drove while watching as the morning came. And there was a moment somewhere in between i questioned what it was i was doing, but instead of answering i kept going. A little time after i was standing with who i consider a best friend and we waited for a gun to go off or something. It finally did and we ran for a bit, six miles really, and that was that. We had numbers and everything. He told me he was tired afterwards and i said the same. He went to bed and i went home.

Morgan: Don't get me wrong, I love being a photography major, but our schedule is unpleasant and not flexible which causes much frustration and anxiety when it comes to signing up for classes.

Rachel: Close, but not close enough.

Friday, March 27, 2009


Amber: walking to the library.

Ben: It was a wave of influence that directed the passing stream of cars. There was honking and tires falling short of impact. A man stood and I watched. We made eye contact and he then nodded. I smiled; he did the same. It was altogether nice enough to mention.

Morgan: washing dishes is such a mindless task; scrub, rinse, dry, repeat.

Rachel: Arbys; busy.

Thursday, March 26, 2009


Amber: class

Ben: Caught in quandary and floating, I slow my fleeting thoughts, catching one and then another, it's sometimes easier to look up than it is down when the polarity meets respectively, and i hold then a fistful of questions, questioning their weight, then worth.

Morgan: Guest Speaker Pastor Cory Whitmer
"Jesus, save me from your followers."

Rachel: All the details in the fabric,
All the things that make you panic
All your thoughts resort so statically
All the things that make you blow
And no reason go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing
- Jason Mraz

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Amber: At work editing.

Ben: There's a distinctness in the commonality found in far-away strangers, who may only be shadows and in recesses too deep to touch; they differ from the opaque found only in those seen as actual, and mirror similarly the contrast found solely in pulled apparitions.

Morgan: the monster cup is my most prized possession in the kitchen. i never drink orange juice without it.

Rachel: The scab's coming off my poor little elbow.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


Amber: "not just seriousness, but also PLAY, in work and in life we need to play"

Ben: She had told me how it was a fear of hers to die out in the rain and i thought how sad it was for her to mention, but then i wondered too, is it worse not to mention and to lie flat without the rain, only to be walked on, like the not-there floor, shoes being the last thing we taste.

Morgan: The taste of the berry chai from starbucks was far more tart than I expected and the flavor caused me to continuously lick my lips in class.

Rachel: "Brothers and Sisters" always makes me cry; David and his damn subtitles.

Monday, March 23, 2009


Amber: Cali getting her nails cut.

Ben: With a thumb on the world and the chance to call, i'll be the wizard with eyes about him, spewing snakes and revelations, words and regrets.

Morgan: Heading into the library to start studying for an exam for my digital class that night.

Rachel: Cereal for lunch.

Sunday, March 22, 2009


Amber: Listening to wonderful stories from Lyn.

Ben: Take away all amenities, the frivolous especially, and leave me here with the freedom of thought and provoked philosophy. Give me coffee and the need to breathe once more, a place to sit and read, the chance to be. I am the type of person who rambles and says nothing terribly important, but give me the chance and I might come up with something. Leave me here with my coffee and I'll philosophize.

Morgan: Steakfest. Half time.  5 games. All savage. Won 4. Lost 1. Finished 2nd!

Rachel: Typing for Amber as she interviews my nana.

Saturday, March 21, 2009


Amber: Day Hike with VCU Outdoor Adventure Program, awesome.

Ben: "I am quite bankrupt, you know."
"How is that?"
"Two ways: Gradually then Suddenly."
"Did you see it coming?"
"Of course. Fate is reliable as hell."
"Hell you say."
"Sure. Odds show no prejudice. We're all cheated sooner or later out of something or other. It's nice knowing I'm only doing my part in the grand scheme of things, being normal that is."
"Like plot."
"Yes. Like a book's plot. I'm a character helping things along."

Morgan: Driving to Pennsylvania for a tournament. We just entered Maryland.

Rachel: Zombie Rehearsal for Regency Dance Academy's alumni number.
Photo by: Tracy Crouch.

Friday, March 20, 2009


Amber: bike lock holder, took off my index finger knuckle after a slip .

Ben: The relationship between us and the connecting wires coincides with feelings of despondence, space, and the air separating me from you; this is the safe distance between you and me, the wires and the feeling I get when alone.

Morgan: Peanut Butter Lovers cookies.

Rachel: Arbys; This is what we're instructed to say: "Arby's Roast Beef sandwiches are now made with 100% Black Angus Beef! Black Angus Beef is made from special, grain-fed cattle giving it a better, juicer taste!"

Thursday, March 19, 2009


Amber: And back in Richmond by 930 quick trip, leads into a fast paced next day.

Ben: In the mind of controlled chaos there are chapters of imagination, captured between lines and parenthesizes, punctuated then exclaimed, they muddy the separation between reflecting puddles and perceived reality, notions and intuition; within the mind there is a bag of torn pages, scribbled messes and hindsight.

Morgan: Our kind landlord failed to inform us that men would be repairing the windows and stairs of our apartment and the apartment above us for a week or so and making ridiculously loud noises in the process.

Rachel: Developing roll 3 of 6.