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Believing, at any moment, you might be surprised by happiness is a kind of happiness.
Mad Men! Season five! Who is caught up on it? ( Spoilers for everything. ) -
And I didn't run away to come home the same.
I am HOME and thrilled about it. The first world, guys. All potable water and non-malarial mosquitos. Although I caught some kind of bleurghy cold on the flight back and spent the first week sneezing like crazy and waking up at 4am because jet lag is a party. But things are better now. I'm settling into a rhythm of obscene domesticity. ( Read more... ) -
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Here is how I began my 30th birthday: everyone in my host family solemnly gave me a happy birthday handshake. Then I got a special birthday breakfast the mom had gotten up early to make me: mac & cheese with ground beef! Ahahaha, fantastic. I won't forget that soon ( Read more... ) -
the things we do because we want to be the kind of person who wants to
The rain here gives new meaning to torrential. Imagine the hardest rain you've ever seen, and it's like that for hours. It's so loud you can't hear people talking right next to you unless they shout. It wakes me up in the middle of the night -- and I've always been a champion deep sleeper -- drumming on the tin roofs in the neighborhood. I was ( Read more... ) -
After that I was / a woman alone carrying her bag
Hi, I'm in Indonesia. I got here a week ago, after a grueling 2+ days of straight travel: DC to London to Singapore to Jakarta to Ambon, the little city on an island in Maluku province, way in the east of the country ( Read more... ) -
quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again
I write livejournal posts in my head while I bike around. About how much I love biking, about how lovely it is to bike through my neighborhood now that the leaves have come back in and the streets are green tunnels, how not only did I bike all through the winter for the first time but I can feel how much stronger I've gotten, how I call on my legs ( Read more... ) -
OH HELLO THERE
Whaaaat! Yes, it's that time again, when I spam you daily with a poem for the whole month of April. If you're not already on board this train and would like to be, here's how you can make that happen.
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94% lists.
In a sudden flurry of organizing, I came across the notebook I used last March when I lucked into a poetry writing workshop with Thomas Lux. And thought I should write my notes up for posterity/those that like this sort of thing.
( Thomas Lux on unicorns, etc. ) -
All the pretty things that we could be.
In Louisville airport, where I started writing this, they kept wearily paging people who'd forgotten something somewhere in the airport. They also kept accidentally leaving the PA on while talking to each other. Kentucky is kind of adorable.
I was in Louisville because I just spent an awesome couple of days visiting annakovsky, talking every second and ( Read more... ) -
that you live in a blur / Of hours and days, months and years
I'm in New York! We abruptly decided to take the bus down for a friend's NYE party, because we live in DC so we can totally do that kind of thing! And the bus ride gave me just enough time to pound this out before the end of the year.
End of year meme, year 9, disco party dance time!
( The navel gazes also. )