the divers

no more than eighteen, pale lads,
just a long fluid ripple of spine,
clavicle arrowing down to sacrum.

their lovely bones part the water
and hook the audience to their knees.

I don't think I'll be posting anymore. Eliot was right.

There's nothing more pathetic than a first-year formal at Wellesley. And I mean pathetic, as both a derogatory term and as a derivation of pathos.

There are all these wide-eyed first-years, dressed up to the nines, moving just a little awkwardly in high heels, and little black dresses. And you know they deserve better entertainment than a handful ( Read more... )

FOUR jobs I have had ( Read more... )

Are humans discrete points or vectors? Defined by what they are, or by what they do?

Creepy old men with beer breath, I DO NOT want to salsa with you.

I'm back.

Now I need to see everyone before they leave for China or work or Timbuktu. When are people free? I miss all of you guys...

I spent four hours roaming through one of Shanghai's famous fabric markets, looking for the right fabric and pattern to make my traditional Chinese dress. I had a vague idea of green or gold, since red is overdone and I want a break from black. I finally settled on a lovely ivory fabric embroidered with plenty of gold and grass green, very elegant ( Read more... )

Before I go to China, where unreality enfolds me and time stops for a while, I need to reflect on what this year means to me. A strange, sweet year, where I was gloriously happy without despair to break me down ( Read more... )

Done with finals. Finished my Macroeconomics test an hour and a half early. Think I did pretty good too ( Read more... )