all the way to lafayette, i don't think i'll miss you much!
please sing me to sleep with raucous banjo music every night.

well i can't really believe i haven't posted in so long ( Read more... )

Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood. (Kierkegaard 1965 ( Read more... )

Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2005. Post a line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review ( Read more... )

well, i'm officially stressed out ( Read more... )

my friend lily and i, every time we're out past midnight on the street, remark to ourselves how strange it is that no one else is outside. how quiet the city is (except, of course, for the obnoxious clubs and the congested highways). so finally we've decided to stop being surprised by it - if it's what ALWAYS happens, then it's not out of the ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

my love will turn you on ( Read more... )

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THE FIRST LESSON

He was sixty years old...
And still teaching.
One day he came into class and said:
"Parse this sentence: The teacher came."
We thought he was joking,
So we laughed and answered:
"Came, an active verb,
The teacher ...!!?"
Suddenly we understood ... in a second
So we were silent ...
We heard him muttering:
"Came,, an ( Read more... )