Stephen Mejias
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Stephen Mejias Oct 13, 2005 4 comments
On Tuesday, September 20th (four days after my 28th birthday), Wes Phillips sent me an e-mail:
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Stephen Mejias Oct 12, 2005 2 comments
"Stephen, how come you like such pretty music when you’re in such a loud and raucous band?"
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Stephen Mejias Oct 12, 2005 6 comments
We spent the day proofing copy for the December issue, which ships tomorrow and Friday (and maybe a little on Monday, if we're not good). Despite how simple that may seem, it's not exactly easy to just read and read and read, drawing red circles around silly apostrophes and bad italics.
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Stephen Mejias Oct 11, 2005 2 comments
I’m wearing my blue blazer today. It’s almost like velvet, but not quite. Elizabeth complimented me on it when I walked in. Thank you, Elizabeth.
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Stephen Mejias Oct 10, 2005 5 comments
To an outsider, it might have appeared as though we were mimicking each other's movements. Perhaps it even seemed as though a mirror had been magically raised upwards alongside my body to reflect my motions and thoughts and buying habits.
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Stephen Mejias Oct 07, 2005 5 comments
I’ve had this headache for two years now.
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Stephen Mejias Oct 06, 2005 2 comments
Ben Krieger keeps an appropriately weird and mysterious blog called Haikutennany: Personal Music Reflections in 17-syllable Bursts.
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Stephen Mejias Oct 05, 2005 7 comments
It seems that the only ordinary thing in life is that we overlook the little wonders around us.
Marcel Wanders
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Stephen Mejias Oct 04, 2005 4 comments
She nodded her head yes and lied when I asked her if she was alright. Her brown eyes blinked a song in perfect time to keep from letting loose tears. My lovely friend was sad.
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Stephen Mejias Sep 30, 2005 3 comments
We don’t get together as often as we’d like.
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Stephen Mejias Sep 29, 2005 3 comments
In the conference room, where I have lunch each day with two of my favorite people in the world (I am very lucky), I found myself tapping my fingers in constant rhythm against the long, veneered table. Why was I doing this?
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Stephen Mejias Sep 28, 2005 8 comments
Melissa is safe inside now. I just walked her home.
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Stephen Mejias Sep 27, 2005 4 comments
Lisa Whiteman keeps a blog. I discovered it on May 12, 2003, and I have enjoyed it everyday since. How many days is that?
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Stephen Mejias Sep 26, 2005 0 comments
I received a voicemail from Eileen on Friday night, which said something like: "You missed my phone call again, and I’m here with Sean and Omar and Allison and Justin and Lauren and Scott and Cheryn, and we’re all waiting for you, and you’re lame."
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