Apartment 209 is an enchanted place.

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:55:08 -0400

It is the type of Sunday that scares Spring back into its hiding place. But I can pretend that, in my little apartment, I've allowed Spring to take refuge in secret under my floorboards. We spent the day together, curled up with guinea pigs and eating Easter bread. I told stories of Pittsburgh and its army of robots that come out of the concrete at night.

03/23/09

Ahab, get off my back.

03/27/09

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Vox Hunt: Lucky Number 7

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 14:45:25 -0400

For the 7th day of the 7th month, show us 7 of something - OR - something lucky.

Paper Crane and Opal

Paper Cranes are notorious good luck charms, but opals are associated with misfortune. That doesn't change the fact that I like opals, however. The charm is black stone with raw opal stuck within it. I even lucked out with some flecks of rare red opal.

I wear this necklace every day, but I can't say that it has changed my luck at all.

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Vox Hunt: The Unexplainable

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 14:42:10 -0400

Show us something you can't explain.

Unborn statue

I don't try to remember all my unborn ideas, photographs, and knitting projects. And what of the unborn bumblebees, brick walls, ceramic jars, and pocketwatches? Why is there a statue to commemorate other conglomerations of atoms that never bounded successfully into molecules that could fend for themselves?

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Vox Hunt: Red, White and Blue

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:36:39 -0400

In honor of Independence Day, show us something patriotic.

I do not like wars. Plastering vehicles in propaganda slogans seems hollow. I no longer have faith in anybody in charge. I see the detour my country has taken, and the prospect fills me with sorrow.

American Books

But there are things that still make America great, and they will never go away. Text is permanent when scorched into the brains of those who appreciate it.

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Vox Hunt: Cooling Off

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 12:12:26 -0400

Show us something cold.

Colder

I took this on my birthday, which is toward the end of January and squarely in the Capricorn-Aquarius cusp. I kind of like where the twenty-second of January is situated. It's one of those unforgiving dates that nobody should really be born on. There's something about it that drives its citizens to great heights of madness: Lord Byron, Gregori Rasputin, Francis Bacon, and a bunch of other notably crazy people. I fit right in.

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Discord

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 04:21:31 -0400

Webbing

I'm not sure why I used to love this time of night. There was something about pretending that I was the only person awake, that the whole world slumbered under the enchantment of a shadowy sorceress with a face of opal and water which never inhabited the same appearance twice. It is up to me to save humanity, so I would work late into the night. Shortly before dawn I would launch my notebooks, and they would transform the sky into a single blazing piece of Baltic amber. A banshee wail would vibrate itself free from my throat, and they would all wake, unaware that the very unlikely thing that stood between them and certain doom was a timid girl sequestered in the Western Pennsylvanian countryside.

I don't think like that anymore because I lost the ardent belief that magic lurks in every obscured recess of existence. Maybe I just grew out of four-thirty-in-the-morning. Or maybe it left me behind because it got tired of waiting.

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EXCITEMENT!

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:46:22 -0400

Here in Pittsburgh we get excited about all kinds of stuff. One of these things are GINGER SNAPS!

Feel the excitement of GINGER SNAPS!

CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT?!

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Blurg.

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 09:44:49 -0400

I drank a little too much last night.

Sort of hungover in the television

I'm not feeling the whole Driving Back to New Castle for Brunch thing right now.

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Out out out.

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 12:17:35 -0400

It's no secret that I've been feeling altogether restless lately, but I'm not doing a very good job of leaving my apartment unless I have to. What's the point of living in the Big City if I refuse to explore it?

I mused over this to Scruffy, so he decided to evoke a smile from me. It worked!

The Wrath of Scruffy

Then I got invited to a cook-out that was being thrown by friends of mine whom I haven't seen in literally years. I tried to beg myself not to go because there'll be tons of people I don't know and I've been fumbling over my words so much anymore that I'm sure I appear to be socially retarded. But, whatever happened to me being a girl of action? Even if I have to force myself to get back to that point, it's imperative that I return.

Jump

Now the trick is finding where the shindig is. At the very least, I am dressed up nice, which is a good boost for anybody. All I need is a Queen of England hat.

Saturday dress

{I have no clue what this picture is all about. The automatic timer surprised me.}

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The more we grow the less we show.

nobody@vox.com(Brianne) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:59:53 -0400

Barefooted

Dear Vox,

Quite some time has passed since we last spoke. I want you to know that you did nothing wrong; rather, I retreated to someplace that was more familiar and comfortable. It was nothing more than that, honestly.

For whatever reason, this morning I was struck by how much I miss you. Perhaps it's the overpowering heat that is awakening nostalgia from a full year ago, but I'm thinking of updating you regularly again. You know, just for fun.

A lot has happened to me since last summer. I live in the big city now, I'm engaged, and I'm the proud mother of a Nikon D-40. It's like I'm growing up, or something. Weird, huh?

Anyway, I didn't want all of this to be a surprise. I'm sure you're pretty confused at the moment, so I'll end this correspondence for now. Just know that it was nice catching up with you.

Yours,
Brianne

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