theold onetwo

+ reading Ray Davies’ autobiography

+ rocking out the Kinks

+ last morning of teaching before Feb break...in the immortal words of me and Bianca after finishing a can of fine PBR beer: DONE

+ packing for Alissa’s visit

+ Valentin’s dog Miloo

+ vulgar students

+ having a hot water machine in the office

+ getting Donovan and ( Read more... )

just came across this...
THIRTEEN
WRITING PROMPTS.
BY DAN WIENCEK

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1.

Write a scene showing a man and a woman arguing over the man's friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.

2.

Write a short scene set at a lake, with trees and shit. Throw some birds in there, too.

3.

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SEVEN have you's:
7. have you ever dated someone twice? Oh regrets
6. have you ever been cheated on? Yeah that was awesome!
5. have you ever kissed someone & regretted it? indeed
4. Have you ever fallen in love? Gurl don’t make me say the immortal word of Mister Big
3. have you ever lost someone? This is vague. Yes and no
2. have you ever been ( Read more... )

as ive just mentioned in an email to liss: Matt and have a new roommate named Pierre.  Pierre is in the wine business...My life gets frencher by the minute, and winier. I had a dance party with 5 french boys and 4 bottles of kebab shop wine at about 4 on sunday morning.  I may or may not have a crush, but Alissa will DEFINITELY be here in three ( Read more... )

it finally snizzowed. matt & i stood at the office window watching the people below get excited. but i saw it first, walking to get a sandwich, tiny almost microscopic snow, matt didn't believe me then WHAMO.  snow.

i have to teach a class, that's silly. they're going to get out early, good for them. i'm one of those teachers. who lets classes out ( Read more... )

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the Old Yarn

Only once a clear relief map of the green, fawn, hardly moving coast
Appears do they really wonder why they are leaving it;
Control falls away sharp, wings in funny metal movements
Salute roads and they fall away, and the murmurs illustrate a thought;
Having slipped from so many of ( Read more... )

I have to say, it's nice to come..home..on the train at noontime from the airport and find your friends still drunk from the night before, sitting in a stale apartment with the blinds all shut trying very fiercely to pretend it's still nighttime.  It's a good thing there is 'rock n roll' dancing and singing to movie-ending ballads punctuated by ( Read more... )

 
across a red tablecloth in an empty restaurant
behind the huge sleeping Pantheon
when she has crossed an ocean for the first time
to talk life over bowls of onion soup,
white pots of tea,
in a building where a long time ago
Ernest Hemingway rented a room,
and maybe wrote parts to The Sun Also Rises;
the crypt prayer room of a Basilica
in Normandy, ( Read more... )

Angers was cool.  I've hardly spoken any English this weekend, even though my French still sucks a big one.  I spent most of the afternoon walking around in a castle, the Chateau d'Angers, which is known for its tapestries of L'Apocolypse, or, the Revelations book of the bible.  They were huge and I must say pretty neat. Because it was raining and ( Read more... )