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    My name's Anita Wirawan and I live in Anchorage, Alaska.

    I started this blog as a way to get things together after my brother Jody died, but it's turned into a lot more than that. I hope you'll find the stories that you need here.

    Thanks for reading and if you're looking to contact me click here.



About

My name’s Anita Wirawan and I live in Anchorage, Alaska.

I started this blog as a way to get things together after my brother Jody died, but it’s turned into a lot more than that. I hope you’ll find the stories that you need here.

Thanks for reading and if you’re looking to contact me click here.

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M

y two favorite things to do are play guitar and me,ss around with video on [the now old school] Premiere Pro 2.0. If I could do both at once I would be happy. Really happy :P.

Also…

hiking

camping

wandering Alaska

video games

biking

music

writing

…and really anything with my wife Jennifer. We have been together for over a decade and I am more in love with her now than ever.

Music:

Amy Ray

Indigo Girls

Radiohead

Dave Matthews Band

Portishead

OS Rap (Dre, Snoop etc)

Brandi Carlile

Nine Inch Nails..

Movies:

Amongst White Clouds
Trainspotting
Fahrenheit 451
Apollo 13
Harry Potter (3rd one)
Psycho (original version)
When We Left Earth

The Need Of Being Versed In Country Things

The house had gone to bring again

To the midnight sky a sunset glow.

Now the chimney was all of the hou,se that stood,

Like a pistil after the petals go.

The barn opposed across the way,

That would have joined the house in flame

Had it been the will of the wind, was left

To bear forsaken the place’s name.

No more it opened with all one end

For teams that came by the stony road

To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs

And brush the mow with the summer load.

The birds that came to it through the air

At broken windows flew out and in,

Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh

From too much dwelling on what has been.

Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,

And the aged elm, though touched with fire;

And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;

And the fence post carried a strand of wire.

For them there was really nothing sad.

But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,

One had to be versed in country things

Not to believe the phoebes wept.

(Robert Frost)

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