The rain drops like a dark cloth, a steady sheet, a sheen of water. The smell comes off the earth, thick ozone, fatted oxygen. The intricate music of the world, a cloud full of oboists polishing their reeds. It is like home in the wet season. The sound of hurricanes. The smell of verdancy.

I got all of the classes I wanted for my last two semesters of my master's program:

Summer:
Libraries as Cultural Heritage Institutions
Seminar in Public Libraries

Fall:
Librarians and Human Rights
Comprehensive Exam!

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I also really, really want to do this in the fall

Growing up is understanding that where you are is where you are meant to be. Everything--everything is cyclical, habits out of time. You are this calm. You are this noise. This joy. This sorrow. This life. Everything you build you build on this foundation. So build. Build your dream, build your desire, build your knowledge; you alone live ( Read more... )

Do you guys have tumblrs?

Mine is here: http://beautyeveryday.tumblr.com

One of these days I will settle on a blogging platform.

     Tertia suddenly said, "Nick Cartledge. Who used to stay with us." She could have been protesting at last ( Read more... )

Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the details, though, have long since been transformed or rearranged to bring others of them forward. Some, in fact, are obviously counterfeit; they are no less important. One alters the past to inform ( Read more... )

I forgot to tell you guys that I cut my hair!

Before:

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Joshua and I moved a few weeks ago and our apartment is starting to shape up, so I wanted to show you!

This is our entryway. In case you can't make it out, hanging on the door is a dutch hex sign. It says 'wilkom':


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Here are some things I've made lately.


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