AHHHH WE QUALIFIED FOR NATIONALS IN LOS ANGELES

yay!

I love local history, but I'm not totally sure why. I guess I really do like people, deep down, and local history is all about stories. Who is related to who, who lives in what house and who built it, whose ancestors did what and where and when and why.

So the Bakers Bridge Historical Association meeting was a lot of fun; Wende Bush was presenting ( Read more... )

...such as, if i dislike pretentious people so much, why am i dating one?

and at the same time, i woke up early today, walked through the quiet sunday snowy streets of alfred as the sun came up and touched the ice on all the trees to glowing, wished i had someone to share it with, and realized that, really, it was just better alone.

<3 spring break  ( Read more... )

A combination of Foster's imitation of the low brass blatting in "First Suite" combined with Josh planning various ways to make himself a percussion palace in order to not need to hold four sticks at once to play three different instruments. If we actually had a real band with more than one person on a part, this might not need to be a possibility ( Read more... )

this musing of my waking hours is addressed to my 2 (1 1/2? 3? however many) LJ friends who are vegetarians:

Why do some vegetarians not eat meat, but still wear/use/own leather, which is the tanned hides of cattle?

The Want Bone (R. Pinsky)

The tongue of the waves tolled in the earth's bell.
Blue rippled and soaked in the fire of blue.
The dried mouthbones of a shark in the hot swale
Gaped on nothing but sand on either side.

The bone tasted of nothing and smelled of nothing,
A scalded toothless harp, uncrushed, unstrung.
The joined arcs made the shape of birth and ( Read more... )

ok, but if we're all musicians, what's the big deal?

finally had a real conversation complete with eye contact and without me pretending to whore around on alex.
hurray! real boy and girl chat! signs of real and not artificially-frozen prepackaged relationship are on the way!

...yes, i know that after the whole william hunt mess i decided that cold, heartless boys were better, but there IS such thing ( Read more... )

where 69 meets 40, there's a single stoplight town
and back when i was really young, part of that burned down
on any given friday night, we'd drive a hundred miles
between the sonic and the grocery store, laughing all the while
with as many friends as i could pack into my daddy's ford
but i ain't in checotah anymore

my hotel in manhattan holds more ( Read more... )

I can't wait to go back to Alfred, but I don't quite want to leave. I want to see Benjamin but I don't want to bid farewell to so many fantastic people here whom I may never see again. I can't wait to relax by the sea for a few days but hate to wave goodbye to my beautiful Absarokas and aspen forests. I long for the villages of New York but already ( Read more... )