I suppose the fact that the requisite New Year's post is ten days late in coming is significant in itself. Everything is late, everything is unfinished, everything is half-torn out and pasted back together into some ersatz simulacrum of its original self ( Read more... )

Oh goodness. I have just been seized by some incredible nostalgia to relive my past. Through an impressively lengthy survey that I am purloining from Jackie.

( 100 Pieces of Sarcasm )

This substantial slice of a year is enough to take me between the THEN and the NOW (nasty, fanged words). It has given me the objectivity to say this is no longer high school and lonely hearts can still beat out their own irregular rhythms. I write on demand, I read on demand, but NOW I shall supply that which is to be read ( Read more... )

Well, kids, this be it. The end of the line where the train runs out of track and is forced to grow wings a la Wright Bros or go plunging into the depths of some fashionably deep ravine. In other words, I'm bound for Virginia in but a few short hours. Time to gather up suitcases and shreds of heart as we hitch up the oxen and ford those rivers on ( Read more... )

I have been inadvertently productive. God, how I hate it when that happens ( Read more... )

Oh poor, neglected Journal! Poor, neglected coeur! (The former resurrected from the creeping death of cyberspace, the later recently removed- within the last month- from the ice box where it had been resting between a frozen chicken and box of popsicles ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, back in the Burque... Things are a constant and pulse-numbing combination of Christmas morning euphoria and brain-beguiling folderol. I am very much in the mood for general flailing and half-hysterical laughter (Sidenote: The etymology of the word "Hysteria" is endlessly fascinating, look it up) and perhaps some Viking disco inferno a ( Read more... )

Satellite is the place to be. It is also the place to fall asleep on the couch ( Read more... )

Or: "How Sarah Discovered the Joys of Subjective Morality on the Continent ( Read more... )

Adieu adieu, mes amis. Je vais retourner (Regardez! Le futur proche! Sarah ne connais pas le futur simple ce soir! C'est incroyable!) le douze Juin ( Read more... )