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On the Precipice of Change.
There were no words. For the first several minutes after CNN called the election, for the first several intervals between Senator McCain's concession speech to that of our President Elect. I stood, awed, baffled, and utterly floored by the enormity of it all. The weight of it left me rooted to the spot. All around me, jubilant young women who had ( Read more... ) -
The House Always Wins.
It was the sort of crisp, absolutley lovely autumn day you always dream about. The sky was a dazzling azure, campus was abuzz with students going about their weekday routines, and I, after months of interoffice buck shifting had finally managed to badger the idle Graduation department into actually finding the time to get me my Master's degree. I ( Read more... ) -
the Scooby Misconception.
I lumbered absent mindedly across t he circle (or typically called a town square in other parts of the world) with my akward gait with some lilting alt-rock banging about in my earphones. The wind tossed leaves from trees and flung them about the overcast sky. As I wandered past the fountian, now dormant in the Autumn cold, I was met by a older guy ( Read more... ) -
to Life.
Given the somber, weighty gravity that laces the first few weeks of September, it is not out of the ordinary that everyone in this neck of the woods (New York is an hour away from Easton. Almost everyone has longtime friends and family who either work or live in the City) move through their days a little more vulnerable, a little more on edge. ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Sarah Palin?
I don't feel its a shrewd choice by any means. On top of the idea that Senator McCain is the oldest Presidantial candidate we've ever had, with known health problems, his answer to wooing the supposed female vote is tapping a state politiician with little to no experience with national and international politics? Regrettably, It doesn't even look ( Read more... ) -
the Comforts of So Called Homes.
Yesterday was spent primarily in transit, hasty packing jobs bungled by borderline sobriety kept me from being effecient in any case. Hours before, I sat at the corner of the bar, smiling ironically, soaking up the fact that this would ultimitley be the last of many such nights there killing time and briancells. (New places for that, I suppose) ( Read more... ) -
Attack of the Clones.
Its been something of a rough couple of days. On Saturday I awoke with a fever, intermittantly lapsing in and out of fitful sleep. I mega dosed myself with cold meds and multivitamins to minimal effect and so over the past few days have been hybernating in my cave as though I were some fever soaked bear ( Read more... ) -
Not My Finest Hour, No. :)
So, last night. Utter trainwreck. I'm waiting on my friends in our local pub/clubhouse and I notice that Jagermister is on special. (This would be the first indication this story is a tale of woe). I slide up to the bar between an aquaintece of mine, this boozy steel magnoila of a southern lady who gets trashed on margaritas and hits on/ molests ( Read more... ) -
Extended Stay.
I've been mieandering around this maddeningly familar place for a little shy of a week now. It only took half of one to begin to question my sanity for having returned... Things here seem as they ever were. Though it seems that many of the so called Old Guard have through necessity or desire decided to move on as well. That pleases me, as the only ( Read more... ) -
Open Books.
I bought my increasingly tattered leather journal roughly a year and a month ago, and the other day when I flipped it open, I scrutinized the first passage and had an odd epiphany. Its a very weird thing when you rediscover things you've already known. Recall things you may have just forgot in your haste to get on to the next so-called big thing. ( Read more... )