The short story: 
I'm back!  With cookies!  (You know that's the exciting part.) Find me in some manner (internet, phone, teleport, to name a few options) if you would like some.  There are plenty.

The long story:
In the car, I can't help but reflect as I realize this may be the last car trip I take to Swat (if, as is fairly likely, I take the train ( Read more... )

Hellooo, everyone. All I ever post, really, is polls and poems, so here's another of the former:
When do y'all get back to Swarthmore? If I get back on Saturday evening, is anyone up for hanging out?

the train came again as I was crossing the bridge; I sat down on the pedestrian walkway part and let it wash under me, wondering what next.

I hate work right now.  would anyone like to write a soc psych paper for me?  please?  I think I need help, as is evidenced by the fact that I first typed "right a paper" in my request.  aaagh!

quick poll: when are people leaving for break?  I'm trying to figure out how long to stick around here.

arrrrgh academic stress is going to eat my SOUL

so I am posting on livejournal about it instead of fixing the problem.  ayup.

Let it be stated for the record that I do not approve of readings that are so long you can't even staple all their pages together.

Outside the doorway, Montclair
holds forth, a quiet
despot of autumn leaves,
scalloped mushrooms, manicured
front yards and sluggish towncars.
Dogs shiver, walking
through the rainfall, windfall
of cozy buildings nestled
in trees.  Inside, the turkey
warms in its oven roost
as child fingers dice
carrots and aunts pace
around the kitchen.  Cousins sit
on the ( Read more... )

hi

If your cookie is in two pieces, the answer is yes.
When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
An ulcer is not so much the result of what you've been eating as of what's been eating you.
When the moment arrives, choose the one on the right.