newport beach by night: a fogblurred sky. maelstrom of people on the boardwalk (long since ripped up and replaced by cement, complete with the implacable double yellow line to control human traffic), ten year old boys slipping past on skateboards, sodden-drunk blonde girls in denim skirts and wifebeater tanks dripping down the thick necks of their ( Read more... )

my walls are blank, and i ache. this is the first home i've ever created, the first family i've collected for myself. i slept for about four hours last night, and since four i've been wandering, examining the walls, cuddling with brutus the enormous bear, unsure of how best to detach myself. i'm leaving things here, i'm sure, bits of clothing and ( Read more... )

"that is the first time i've seen the phrase 'tarted up' used in an academic paper..."

thanks, majumdar. that really, really made my day.

i have just purchased tickets for the sasquatch music festival at the gorge in washington... one-way plane tickets to be gifted by parents for birthday, ride home to be provided by concertgoing companion dana... lineup including biggies such as the shins, flaming lips, ben harper, neko case, sufjan stevens, iron & wine, death cab, the decemberists ( Read more... )

Guilt What is yours? Explain yourself Culinary: overcooked quesadillas
i discovered this morning that our house's new microwave makes tortillas crispy, so it basically makes one enormous, hot-saucy chip. i intend to eat this regularly from now on.
Literary: rereading despite the many many books i want to read, i keep revisiting my old ( Read more... )

the ihc block party approaches, and the writing house prepares by making madlibs ( Read more... )

so it was the playwright, not the director, that polly knew. and we shoehorned ourselves into one floor of a several-floor theater, each floor a different microscopic perfromance space, between the two brick exteriors of neighboring buildings--it seemed as though it was genuinely built that way, between two widely-spaced brick buildings on 74th and ( Read more... )

a long train ride of conversation with my mom, and i feel better. i basically made a sort of elaborated laundry list of everyone i've ever loved, teachers, friends, family, unrequited loves, et cetera. and realized that for the most part i am doing rather beautifully right now. that conversation changed the entire appearance of the city-- my mom ( Read more... )

there are times when isolation and a chance to reflect are good things, and times when they are, to put it simply, hellish ( Read more... )

i thought these two poems had something to say to each other. so i translated them into each others' language. they are both examples of the bits of text i nest in these days. i'm not sure why i'm putting them here. but i am. so ( Read more... )