I'd be taking an afternoon drive to Concord before the snow comes in. I'd have lunch at Helen's, a good book as my companion. I'd stay up late and watch the snow fall ( Read more... )

What are you doing in Seattle tonight?!

(All-4-One sung with Kelli Crooks in time to legs pumping on the Rock Creek swing sets; "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" sung, with the choir, in the auditorium, although the audience you really had in mind was one person, sitting in the band, stage left; winding roads to Black Diamond; the mountain looming, ( Read more... )

Rule of thumb: if it says "California" on it, I will probably buy it. And if its message is that California is great and that the world would probably collapse without it, I will DEFINITELY buy it ( Read more... )

My toe bled all over Andover Hall. (Collect samples and clone me, if you want ( Read more... )

(Warning: funckle related anger spurt)
I thought I'd feel better once he was gone. Safer. Smug. Calmer. More forgiving.

And I sort of thought I'd be instinctively aware of his departure: like the air around me would change, a little less burdened by his darkness.

But I was gleefully, obtusely, fantasizing about his death two days after he'd already ( Read more... )

All of the hypothetical licking in the following post is hypothetically concentrated on the face: cheeks, nose, etc. Think: pet loving on its owner. Not porn. There is no pornographic subtext here. Completely platonic aesthetic appreciation.

Karl Lagerfeld's fall collection is an absolute delight. Chiffon, high collars, totally sexy equestrian; I ( Read more... )

(In the interim: grad school. TAing for 1001. Kelly's wedding; maid-of-honoring. Summer. Teaching 1001. Yelling at students for not taking the subject seriously enough. Ranting in office because students, on tests, write things like "Reform Jews are Jews who believe in Jesus" and "Muhammad was the Buddhist God who wrote the Bible". Lecture ( Read more... )

I went to the restroom in Park Hall today.

I mention this bit of ookiness not to gross you out, but to introduce my subsequent encounter with the Judith Ortiz Cofer at the sink bank.

We exchanged a smile, a gesture of camaraderie which I wholly fail to justify. She exuded genius; I...washed my hands.

I'm a dork for being wowed, but I totally was. ( Read more... )

Friday afternoon, I was welcomed home by two bits of particularly fun mail: my diploma (sans double major distinction)and my letter of acceptance to grad school ( Read more... )

What a gorgeous day! I think I've got to stop complaining about Southern weather inconsistencies. It's warm and bright and the air smells delicious. So what if it's February, and technically an aberration? I think I love it.

There're trees in the North campus botanical garden which look and smell suspiciously like sugar pine. Because it's warm, I ( Read more... )