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...all, and thank you...
I spent twelve hours in Barcelona a month ago, between a train from San Sebastian and a plane to Rome. I couldn't see what the big deal was. I went to the Sagrada Familia, an amazing cathedral that is going to take one hundred years to finish, features a black Jesus, and is partly made out of Coke cans and recycled aluminum foil. Otherwise, I ( Read more... ) -
russian minus cyrillic equals basque
As much as I enjoyed my month in Madrid, it isn´t a place where I could live. Regardless of the language barrier, it´s too modern, it´s too impersonal...I didn´t quite click with it. It was more of a DC than a New York. San Sebastian is beautiful. It´s what I expected Spain to be like- narrow, carless streets, little shops with beautiful ( Read more... ) -
hemingway did not eat here.
Thursday, while at the Reina Sofia art museum, there was a giant explosion across the plaza (I am beginning to catch on to the spanish "th" for the "z"...it no longer sounds like lisping). The Reina Sofia, which played the Velvet Underground through the Dali exhibit, is in a very big part of the city and is the main cultural district. People ( Read more... ) -
look for me on TV and other gems
I have heard the phrase "once in a lifetime experience" before, always in relation to some amazing experience that is so great it can never be duplicated. Pamplona was definitely a once in a lifetime event for me, but it is because I will never, ever, ever go back ( Read more... ) -
for you can take greensboro with you wherever you go, for greensboro is a moveable feast
There are always "lasts" when you have to leave a place. I think over and over again of my last sunset on the roof, my last walk in Fisher Park, coffee dates and wine dates and lunch dates with the people who really matter. I think it finally hit me at the going-away party. After so much time saying "I am leaving in six weeks...a month...three ( Read more... ) -
"There I was. Here I am."- Emmylou Harris
Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Talk about places you have been, strange customs.
I have never read a book like Ulysses before. It is maddening. I read a dozen pages, swept up in language ("he died of a Tuesday" sends me whirling), then go back and reread the ( Read more... ) -
i am lady lazarus with my red hair and i eat men like air
I finished my thesis. I handed in a giant envelope to Annette and it was over.
In a way, I wish I'd gotten to have a capstone presentation of some sort. I know that a forty-five page research/analysis paper entitled "Permanent Adolescents and Premature Adults: Deafness in Contemporary Memoir" is not nearly as cool or aesthetically pleasing as a ( Read more... ) -
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So, it turns out that I have been chosen as the Class of 2004's student speaker.
See everybody at 10 AM, Friday, May 14 at the Greensboro Coliseum. Even if you are not graduating, seats are free and open to the public- no tickets required.
Man, I totally thought they were going to pick that girl who kept citing "The Road Not Taken."
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my life as a redhead: day two
I alternately love and hate livejournal. I like it when I am on vacation and can post about what I am doing instead of sending lots of mass emails or postcards. I hate the way that it often stands in for real, person-to-person communication. I have started the "breaking up with Greensboro" process, and that involves a lot of contemplation, which ( Read more... ) -
mass x gravity
I had this dream last night where I was seeing Greensboro for the first time. It is a city I have dreamed of before, an amalgam of Paris and Charleston and my own dear home; a city on the sea, with cobblestone streets and restored Victorian houses. I recognize the eggplant-colored hotel. Even though it is day, close to twilight, the streets are ( Read more... )