proven: my success with words is borne entirely upon an ability to edit
the best thing about tuesdays is that i dont have class so i tend to ( Read more... )

the riddle to be solved for this fine crisp saturday?

what is an alternative gift sale? what, in fact, are alternative gifts? and why, pray tell, is the presbyterian church on montgomery avenue selling them?

sarah and i are on a covert op. and after our shockingly bad-ass evening last night: breaking into the london room - for melon - and an ( Read more... )

it needed to become decisive at some point, so im putting it here. by the time the 15th of january rolls around, my academic future will be held entirely in the erudite hands of the graduate admissions officers of the following ivory towers:

oxford university
the center for medieval studies at the university of york
cambridge
kings college, london ( Read more... )

...do the hippy hippy shake.

tonight's show - tarantula ad, the bunny brains, and devendra banhart ( Read more... )

yesterday evening in england

7pm, tesco trip of adorableness and cooking dinner for 12 with jan, who inexplicably needs to check where perth is on a map of the world ("ah, right. there it is. right. ok.")

10pm, heated conversation about literature and emo. larkin and eliot good, dashboard confessional bad; wine.

11:30pm, the purple turtle, ( Read more... )

[7 oct - 15 oct]
philadelphia - o'hare - heathrow - edinburgh - (york) - oxford - heathrow - o'hare - philadelphia

on our trip to england, i noticed something obscene.
people still actually give a shit about the queen.
though london girls aren't snobs at all
and brighton's lovely in the fall.
left alone to drive ourselves on the opposite side.
man ( Read more... )

this morning started, after the absurd panic attack of last night, with my drinking at 9:30 am, the same cup of wawa coffee (two-thirds dark roast, one-third regular) that i started drinking at 9:30 pm last night. its cold, but its still good...

...and then, right as i'm about to walk out the door to go make my ( Read more... )

through the adjoining door of our suite -

sarah: dude, you remember sally struthers?
me: of course.
pause
me: what about her?
pause
sarah: nothing.

the war of the oak has begun.
the autumnal thwack of a multitude of acorns splitting against the ground makes our shoulders jump.
one acorn cap to rule them all.

additionally - the bryn mawr chronicle, courtesy of spalding:

2005    "here in this year by library info sessions was marie ofslog"

an example of the correct usage of the ellis turner dude-man construction:
"dude, the wrens are some fucking weirdos, man."

also, thomas great hall at night with the lights off. i'd kinda forgotten.