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and class hasn't even started yet
grad school is a close second to octogenarian poets on my list of people/things that i lust after. everything is so bright and shiny here; if the recession is hurting this place, i certainly can't tell. i love my small town above all else, but i live in a decrepit house and i work in an even more decrepit house and my work these days is all about ( Read more... ) -
OMG OBAMA!
Hoo-fuckin'ray. -
and then I found the syllabus for one of my classes, and died of too much joy
Friends, did you know that colleges do everything on the internet now? And that you can find your syllabus online before the first day of class? I don't think I'll ever stop missing Walter Davis's typewritten packets, with their crooked photocopying (you know he used to mimeograph them), but the thrill of being able to anticipate what's going to ( Read more... ) -
Countdown
Classes start a week from tomorrow, and in typical crazybrain fashion I've been fretting that I haven't done nearly the amount of reading or writing I had wanted to in order to get ready for whatever this semester is going to bring. (Because seriously, what have I gotten myself into? No idea.) So of course I mention this to my oh-so-helpful ( Read more... ) -
Soup Fairy?
I left the house because I was determined to -- got some groceries (lots of live-culture foods) in a daze, and came back home to a tupperware of soup that someone dropped off without leaving a name. Anyone know who that would have been? My housemate didn't recognize her ( Read more... ) -
Sick Dreams
are awesome. Apparently I was on a New England Safari last night... did you know there are irridescent peacock-blue birds the size of giant Polish chickens that live in an imaginary stream in the woods near my town? And that bird got eaten by a crocodile, which got eaten by a hippopotamous, which got surrounded by zebras and lions (in the stream ( Read more... ) -
Valley Healing
I've been sick since, oh, last summer. Never bad enough to go to the doctor, and just spread out enough so that somehow six months went by before I noticed I was getting a cold -- or what I thought was a cold -- every other week. I suppose I had other things to think about. Like intensely disliking my job, grieving M&J's departure, learning the ( Read more... )
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