27.2.10
The Week for a Coup de Grâce
How is it that it's those who are the most adamant about you standing up for yourself are the most indignant when it's them you stand up to?
24.2.10
23.2.10
Das Ende
"Invented to fulfill a need... certainly her discovery seems fortuitous" -- Diane Watt, on Marie de France appearing in direct correlation with the rise of our contemporary view of authorship as a singular endeavor.
21.2.10
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
An may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark.
For though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
-- Alfred Tennyson
(found in the funeral book of my great uncle Benny, who died in 1937, on the 9th of September at 10:45 in the morning at the age of 10 years, 6 months and 14 days)
And one clear call for me!
An may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark.
For though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
-- Alfred Tennyson
(found in the funeral book of my great uncle Benny, who died in 1937, on the 9th of September at 10:45 in the morning at the age of 10 years, 6 months and 14 days)
18.2.10
14.2.10
Doncha?
Wish you were vegan?? Betcha do now :}PS - this pie lasted under 24 hrs, JEEZ, that's how dank it was
What's up Chocolate Peanut Butter Mousse (!)
A poem should not mean/ But be
This is a first, no black and bitterness for me today, none of the shallow accoutrements of popular culture's marketing scheme, either, thank goodness - just chilly sunshine, sleeping in late with my toes kept warm by someone special, perusing art, antique stores in an abundance and a cozy lunch at home. Gemütlichkeit
13.2.10
Today
Today is my grandfather's birthday. I called him on the telephone at my parent's house and wished him a nice day and an enjoyable birthday and told him I loved him and he said back, like he always does in his still discernable New York accent, "love you too, baby". It's my favorite.
Today I am making 'Rustic Lentil and Tomato Soup', because it is very cold and the vegetable stall where I buy fruits and vegetables at the flea market near my house had an abundance of tomatoes and they looked good, like plump little rubies.
Today I am paying all of my bills because I apparently forgot they were sitting on the living room table for a week? Oops, late fees, I deserve you for being absent-minded.
Today I am. ( And it is lovely)
Today I am making 'Rustic Lentil and Tomato Soup', because it is very cold and the vegetable stall where I buy fruits and vegetables at the flea market near my house had an abundance of tomatoes and they looked good, like plump little rubies.
Today I am paying all of my bills because I apparently forgot they were sitting on the living room table for a week? Oops, late fees, I deserve you for being absent-minded.
Today I am. ( And it is lovely)
12.2.10
Surprise
Today in the mail I got an envelope with regards to graduation (ahh!) and a cute little valentine card from my friend (and talented painter), Jen Pounds (who's wedding I am going to sadly miss this summer). This is a good Friday for mail! Speaking of mail, Christy, in the spirit of Valentine's Day, I am sending you two red dresses that I don't wear that often, as, apparently (like Picasso), I am in my blue period, that will look darling on you. So keep an eye out for those in the next week or so!
Sidenote: it is funny how, when you are not looking for anything and have absolutely no expectations, the universe presents with you something amazing. Thursday night, what a fabulous surprise and thank you and thank you and thank you and thank you.
Here's a fun photo my pal Josh did, have a laughsy as my church lady hat and holy roller status:
10.2.10
Brr
I know Jacksonville's not the Northeast right now (blizzard central, check this picture my Aunt Kath sent, holy moly) but I biked to my internship today, as it's only three or so blocks away at FCCJ this week instead of down in Riverside, and I am pretty sure my ears are frozen!
6.2.10
Handstands For You
Listen here, world: words on a cellphone via text fall flat with insincerity; it's all about what one says and what one does synching, good sirs and madams. Don't feed me any of that baloney, I won't have it!
4.2.10
So, this week --
An odd assortment of goods and bads, the highlights being: stomache bug all week, no fun, and being offered a scholarship to paint in the south of France this summer. Jeez oh! Overwhelmed and under the weather.
1.2.10
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