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This is my goal for the week. To consciously stop thinking about my next sentence and just listen to exactly what I’m being told. (Not that I will follow directions or agree, to be clear) It’s part of my 90 day sanity project. Maybe I should explain. Everything happens in threes. First, my 25th birthday sucked. Beginning at midnight with a complete meltdown and anxiety attack, carrying over into

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I've become obsessed with travel, with maps, with stories of adventure. Some days, I imagine selling everything and buying a car and couch surfing my way across the US. Other days, I imagine opening a bookstore, soup kitchen, bed and breakfast or bar somewhere and staying put for years to come.  How did the lyrics go? "We gotta make a decision- We leave tonight or live and die this way"  I've

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Some of my Bucket List: (in no particular order) FLY A PLANE:  why not? I've ridden shotgun in a helicopter SEE THE GREAT PYRAMIDS: perfect construction, mysteries abound, Egyptian greatness ride a 650cc Triumph Trophy TR6 like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape: a sweet indulgence.  CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THE EIFFEL TOWER: they say if you leave one thing undone, you have a better chance of

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It is with great reluctance that I am not celebrating my favorite time of the year. School and work calling me. However, in honor of finishing the final for one class and only having two finals left to go, I decided to take a few minutes to point out my top 5 Christmas movies, the ones you might not have seen in a while. Leaving out the following because EVERYONE shows these movies before the

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The Amanda Show 1 from Ashley Goforth on Vimeo.

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There's an apartment in the city, a 5th floor walk up somewhere between 3rd avenue and the park. Inside the door is a place for galoshes, umbrellas, coats and a bowl for keys. A leash is abandoned on the floor and the large mirror hints at your possible need for a comb. Looking forward, you can see right through to the patio. Beyond the rails, the city sounds whisper "Come back! We're not done

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Saw this. Thought of me. Assesed my apt. Realized I need to move somewhere with a skinny house.Just thought you should know.MY FAT HOUSE

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Update on earlier post: http://ashleygoforth.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-got-fish.htmlThe "we" (and Rhett) is no more. I moved into another apartment, have a new job and have started collecting the pieces of my life i'd left in random places down 14th street.Yesterday, I even got my own fish. He's fabulous and pink and I've named him Radclyffe Hall. We don't talk much, but that's alright. My room

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I am not a crocodile.No tears are shed over this business ofdrying the dishes.No tears over chores like making my bedor taking out the trash.Perhaps I'm the phoenix bursting into flamesover matters of domestic life.Burning the laundry or scorching the tile inflames of rebellion.A pile of ashes after finally dusting the ceiling fan.

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The following is a story. Of the bedtime kind. It should be read aloud. When one has the time to close their eyes and imagine the things the story describes. It should be read as if one were to be attempting to fascinate listeners.There is a room that few have entered. It is locked- not by a key- but hindered by the limits of one's imagination. One can access this room only in their dreams. The

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"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."For my return to the blogging world after a brief hiatus where I relied solely on the witticism of my 140 character posts on Twitter, I cannot decide on one thing to write about. I've tried for weeks to think of something that reflects my life or my mood and I come up short.Proof of my nerdiness: Wired Mag. has a

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It's great to be a F-L-O-R-I-D-A     G-A-T-O-R!!Sometimes, when you sit down to write, all you can think about are the things you are thankful for. I have many things to be thankful for. One of those things is a football team that can back up my big mouth. After 3 years of "rebuilding" with Zook, and becoming a Gator the year Spurrier left (a dynasty that I grew up with, yet only produced 1

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I'm opting out of a resolution this year. Last year seemed to be filled with them. I can hardly stick to a budget, constantly change my mind and usually forget what I'd originally said. So, in the tradition of resolute decisions typically made in the wee hours after the ball drops and before the hangover kicks in--- I will make a list. Of the things to do in this year.To Do in 2009:1- apply to

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The holidays always remind me of new beginnings. Maybe its the food induced coma we go into after a delicious meal or the reflection in ourselves in family in friends- either way, something propels us to a resolution in the new year. My process for coming to a resolution starts with a list of the last year's attempts.A few I accomplished....just under the deadline: cut soda consumption (and all

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I'm going back to Wall Street today. The cobblestone streets remind me of Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow. There was still hope around a week ago. I don't think it will linger today. Not after yesterday. I wonder how fast people started figuring out the last crisis...without all this instant technology- things took months to get around. 

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I can't wait until the day when we can use our computers just the same as we can use the tv. When I can turn into the Turner Classic Movie station and watch a marathon of Lucille Ball, Gene Kelly or Peter Lorre. When being stuck on the train just means a pause in my streaming video of Animal Crackers. (Taped in Astoria...by the way) If I can see a coat in a window at Ralph Lauren, take a picture

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There should be a scratch-n-sniff gallery. So you can smell art. I imagine Warhol would smell like tin cans or soup. Van Gogh would smell like potatoes and a marina, with a bit of sweat. Frida would smell like dust and heat and hair and Monet would smell like algae. Dali wouldn't be there though- could you imagine the smell of melting clocks and elephants? Which also means Picasso wouldn't be

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This guy drew crowds. I can only imagine what it felt like to be in the audience as he performed one of his amazing feats. No matter what, I think I will always remember seeing David Blaine doing his "Dive of Death". Regardless of what did or did not happen, the rush and excitement of the stage, the posters describing the feat and the crowd is what makes it worth while. That's what's magic about

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...is set on Wall Street. I work on Wall Street. (at least until the end of the week)For those of you not versed with the story and at risk of being crucified for this Reader's Digest Cliff Notes-dvd version, here's the basics. Guy (named Bartleby) comes to work for a man and proceeds to frustrate the staff because he doesn't want to make friends yet impresses the boss because he's damned good at

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If I had to make a movie about my life, my father would be played by Chevy Chase. That should give you a bit of insight into my childhood. I did take an RV with him from Florida to Indiana once. My brother, mother and I typically let him go about his antics, either laughing or pretending not to becuase we were "serious". You Can Call Me Al reminds me of those moments, playing Paul Simon to his

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A Monday Kind of Smile:

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 Dilbert stands out in my head whenever I go to an office with cubicles. I was about 13 when I read Dilbert's Principles and maybe I should credit Scott Adams with my desires for careers that allow me to think outside of the cube. I also can't help but think of Office Space. Instead of fighting the urge to tear down my wall so I have a view, all I really have to do is turn around. There's a

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...were my favorite band of all time. I had all of their tapes, a few Barbie dolls. (Jordan and Joey ONLY) and I do believe I had a lunchbox complete with thermos. Not to mention the twin sheet set AND every single cassette tape. I remember my 7 year old self jumping around to the music singing my heart out and when the cassette stopped- taking a break to get some water and then flip the tape

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A perfect Sunday would include (but is not limited to):  a quiet morning of breakfast and the paper at 8am, a Cary Grant movie following, then somewhere in the city for a couple hours of fun and lunch. Maybe a gallery or location of a movie set. Then, back to my place for dinner.

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Every time I go to Long Island, I can't help but think of all the things I want to do during my lifetime and the different ideas I've had along the way.  A couple of my friends are starting to buy homes. Others are getting married and having children (not always in that order) I can still count on a few others to remain the moving souls I love them to be- traveling, going to Burning Man, etc.

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Today I've officially been in NYC for one year.I've been told that the way you celebrate a milestone reflects the type of person you are. I woke up early, packed a few things, left for Queens and returned about an hour later because I'd thought I left my stove on. (Which I hadn't) I returned to Queens and spent the afternoon watching TV and sporadically applying for jobs. To finish the evening, I

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"we used to...laugh about...what everyone else was talkin 'bout" There are still moments when I look outside and wonder where the time has retreated. when i look into my bag and notice the books Im reading are penned by others. So I think about my earlier days… Can you look at the sky and remember a time when Wednesdays meant spaghetti for lunch? when 2 pm never seemed to come and dinnertime

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This was not the South I experienced. Yes, it would be wonderful to have a place that looks like this. With acres of space and lots of parties. I'll admit, its a dream. But my childhood wasn't full of mint juleps and savannah-ian accents. Think of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. Those are the fellas I grew up listening to. Grits weren't served often- they heat up a kitchen and take too long.

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I continue to resist the constant urge of being a language arts teacher. Tomorrow, a dozen of people I know will greet youngsters on their first day of school. Their day will be full of smiles, tears, lunches and crayons. Another dozen will head back to their classrooms to construct that welcoming room for their future students. Sometimes I wonder if that's where I should be- in a classroom.

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Why don't more people look up when they walk? It's more attractive when you do. You discover things on your walk. Like this building. I like this building. It's on Central Park West. I don't know if I'd appreciate it if I lived here. You don't really stop to look at your building before going inside. Plus, I'd probably have a lot on my mind if I lived there. More money, more responsibility. For

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About once a month, our apartment throws together a brunch. We make the main dish and ask our friends to bring what else is needed. Some days it's impromptu- someone had leftover potatoes, so we have home fries. Another time, an excess of Bisquick. Whatever seems to work. We've finally gotten to the point where there's a base of people that come by and spend a couple of hours eating good and

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They found 125,000 gorillas recently. In the Congo. Apparently, you don't really "tag" or "count" these gorillas, you just look at their nests and count them. (Called nests, I prefer- pallets to sleep on) Have you seen the size of the Congo? Where do 100,000 gorillas hide for 10 years. (The last count was in 1992) I misplace a sock or my eye glasses for a week- but gorillas? The WCS located the "

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It's a lot like finding your borough. When you find another one that's "almost" yours, you realize just how much your current borough isn't for you- even though this other one isn't yours as well. Does that make sense? Being here reminded me that my time is short in NYC. Not because I don't love this town. Don't get me wrong. I love NYC. But it's not my borough. Not forever. I'm still searching

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Sometimes I wish I'd spent more time paying attention in my Web classes rather than using that time to update my myspace and edit my Shakespeare papers.But, as with Algebra classes- what's the point? I'd just hire someone to do this kind of thing for me.

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I scrapbook. It's not blogging. It's not about my "journal" entries, my momentary lapses into organized chaos at work or a place to release a diatribe about the latest fad I've seen on the subway. No, I scrapbook because it's calming. I'm in control of the complete process- layout, setup, organization, content- the whole nine yards. How that would translate into a regular paying job is beyond me.

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I stood at the door of Holy Apostles anguishing over a decision about my future, not unlike the 1,000 people who’d walked through the doors earlier that day to receive a free meal carry. Six months into my AmeriCorps fellowship and already I’d worked with 1,884 volunteers serving over 67,396 meals. Still, it seemed something was missing. Maybe it was time to walk away from AmeriCorps and realize

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Here are two posts I'd started to write and then stopped. Note the emo eminating off. Oh and each one posted with the same picture:1: Is there a point in one's life where things just sort of work themselves out? Or is life still just a series of events that our brain connects based on how important they seem to you? Is there any point to worrying about tomorrow? Especially when it prevents you

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If you get a chance to, read It's Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. It's quite possibly one of the best books I've read lately. Its taken up most of my weekly reading and I will use it to justify the lack of posting. I might also attribute this to the fact that I am finally getting a bed tomorrow from IKEA. Yes. I will have a bed. Maybe tomorrow I will post from said bed. IF I can construct

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Let's not go into what it took for me to get to Parris Island, the location of the USMC Boot Camp for the East Coast.....Or lets:Left work: 14:00 WednesdayLeft for Airport: 16:00 WednesdayFlight Boarding: 18:45 WednesdayTaxi to Front of Runway: 10:45 Wednesday (30 min past original arrival in Tampa)Return to Gate for Repairs:00:45 ThursdayLanding in Tampa: 2:45am ThursdayBedtime: 3:45 am Thursday

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I'm not too sure of what to expect. There are so many thoughts running through my head about this life of mine. I am definitely not where I belong, but I sure as hell am not where I shouldn't be. Does that make sense or is my rhetoric too confusing for this post? Put simply, I have mixed feelings about the first two days of this adventure. Because that is what it will be at the end of the day, an

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In less than a week, I will wake up same as I always do. I will put my pants on one leg at a time, grab my sunglasses and walk out the door same as I always do. Except today will be different. I will be different. I will stand next to my brother in support of him. Yet, I will do this while my politics and beliefs sit on the side of I-95. On that day, my brother will be a Marine. From that second

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In two months, I will have been without a bed for a whole year. Some people say its entirely possible to wake up on the wrong side of the bed...What if you are on the wrong bed to begin with? I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed the whole experience, but maybe I am ready for a bit of stability in my life- ie, a bed. I mean, I am 23. But if I have a bed, then does that mean I can't leave as easily?

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If McCain is elected.Based on the comments stated by McCain, when I go to my 10 year high school reunion, we will be discussing the withdrawal of troops in Iraq. In the midst of talking to the people that I've spent the past 10 years avoiding, reconnecting with the people that have simply been my friends on Myspace, and seeing what unfulfilled paper pushing jobs people have- we will somehow talk

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I didn't ever pay attention to the fact that anchovies are in Ceasar salad. When I found this out, I talked to my mother and apparently, it's a fact that she has been hiding from us. My father didn't even know about the anchovies.There's also an online networking website that many professionals use. Both of my parents are on it, yet as I worked my way onto posting my resume- neither of them

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-70622140117919968292008-05-11T11:41:00.000-07:002008-05-11T11:52:13.992-07:00

Some mothers spend their Mother's Day at a nice dinner. Others, are left alone while the kids are taken out. Still others are treated to visits by grandchildren, trips to the spa and/or a vacation of sorts. When we were younger, my brother and I would get our mother exactly what she asked for on Mother's Day: a six-pack of Mountain Dew, Rasberry Pop Tarts and 4 hours of not having her children

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-61866054407321742872008-05-08T19:33:00.000-07:002008-05-08T19:44:12.183-07:00

Getting a job- easier or harder with the Internet? I have resumes on three sites, I'm "linkedin" and I can get advice about how to go about getting a job while I eat Fruit Loops and listen to my neighbors play AC DC. But, I'm also supposed to have email etiquette and know whether or not to send an email "thank you" or if a typed note is preferred. No more days of waking up and looking through

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-27236584975630613782008-05-07T15:37:00.000-07:002008-05-07T16:02:52.154-07:00

In a month, I will be going home again. For 6 hours. Then going to South Carolina to see my brother become a Marine. Then back to Florida and finally back to NYC. This is the longest both my brother and myself have gone without seeing our parents. After 7 months out of Florida and the 5th year out of Tampa, I am finally learning that home means many things. It's true we all fit into a role

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-24851462931309727452008-05-04T08:17:00.000-07:002008-05-04T08:34:38.792-07:00

I read all of Robert Rodriguez'  Rebel Without A Crew yesterday. Mostly on the N train doing the ludicrous loop from Astoria to Brooklyn. It made me think of all the times I spend reading about doing the things I enjoy and not actually enjoying the things I do. It also made me think about all the people that have accomplished things at my age. Robert Rodriguez was 23 when he got El Mariachi

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-41326851809540892042008-04-18T08:07:00.000-07:002008-05-08T19:30:54.454-07:00

For some reason, I think Mr. Mark Twain might have an opinion on my new hobby. Actually, its the same hobby I've had for a while- just in a new format.I'm reading Kafka's The Metamorphasis through my email. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, I am reading a book online. When Stephen King announced he would publish his next book over the internet- and not in paperback first, I was not impressed.When all

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-775109969446459342008-04-07T17:30:00.000-07:002008-04-16T08:54:46.213-07:00

There are many things I take for granted.Examples: my lungs, the ability to ask my parents for advice, air conditioning, FL sunshine and showers.Let me explain.When you have no where that's your own and you are constantly in other's space it's necessary to be as small as possible. Take up as little room. The fear is one day you will wake up and their patience will have sailed away with Winken,

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-74632632119958274052008-04-01T14:11:00.000-07:002008-04-01T15:02:24.937-07:00

Randomly, in this high-powered position I hold... it is imperitive for me to have constant updates on whether or not the National Service Learning foundations are suddenly freeing up nonexistent government funds for non-profits.Thus, I must get a RSS feed.Have you ever heard of this? I like to think I'm tech savvy. I ROFL when my BFFs send me jokes. (Thanks to a NYT article, I've updated my list)

AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323837009390144135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184079352039896826.post-78468383488987729002008-03-31T15:23:00.000-07:002008-05-16T06:21:04.953-07:00

I don't know if it was the amazing weather, delirium from walking 55 blocks in a short amount of time or if I'm really enamoured with this person that made me do something completely domestic.I am the proud parent of a beta fish.Is this how it begins? What next? Matching scarves? Knitted booties?I grew up in a household bereft of pets for the most part. Dogs would drift into my mother's apartment

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