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[01 May 2009|06:23pm] This is just a marker indicating that I really need to write about how totally insane things have been, maybe not even in livejournal, but SOMEWHERE. This is ALSO now a marker to indicate that I really need to start deleting unread email from my inbox. I get an enormous amount of junk mail (well, most of it is from well-meaning activist-y groups that I never read) and I think we are up to like, 118 unread messages. How am I supposed to develop the psychic peace I need to finish my thesis with so many urgent demands from Code Pink haunting my inbox? I can hear them... LEEEEE... Impeach Cheney... (Those are the unread messages from last year, obviously). post comment

[10 Sep 2008|09:31pm] AHHH LOOK AT THIS LINE UP, I GET TO SEE SOME OF THESE PEOPLE??? http://festival.newyorker.com/schedule.cfm THIS WILL BE DELETED PROBABLY WHEN I REMEMBER I POST IT IN THE MORNING. 9 comments|post comment

summer mulling [25 Jul 2008|12:24am] I was in a theater with Sasha the other day (I guess you could say we were at the theATRE, but I feel like we need fancy hats for that), and an elderly lady sat down in the seat next to us. She began talking non-stop, spritzing my hand with spit, first about plays to go see, then about all the concerts she sees by herself (she had just seen Cat Power?). Then she began to worry that she would be too old to go to "rock concerts" soon; what would happen if she had to attend concerts with a walker? We concluded that she would just have more space to dance. Anyway, that story is a little sentimental, but I keep thinking about it, and all the various expectations which I feel for myself at my age concerning what my life should be, and which that lady feels at hers. I guess those expectations and fears never really end, so you just need to remember that when expectations become limitations, they're just not worth, uh, the expecting. Being back in the city has been so uneventful and yet so, so interesting. Well, not completely uneventful. I was proposed to! By the crazy guy I always pass in Strawberry Fields. He was very understanding about my lack of eye contact. The next time I saw him, he didn't see me (not that he would have remembered me anyway), because he was too busy ranting about all the tourists swarming the Imagine mosaic: "They come from all over the world! Why won't they go away?" Which sums something of NYC up. 1 comment|post comment

ON MY TRUE LOVE (among other, slightly truer loves) [26 Jun 2008|10:56am] WHY did I stop drinking coffee?? This morning I have to finish an essay, so I bought Bakery coffee (and a loaf of six grain bread to smother in humus!). ANYWAY, this coffee is the best thing ever. I feel like I'm in a coffee commercial. I keep smelling it. Dear coffee, why did I decide to leave you? I remember whole semesters waking up and buying you and feeling like the happiest creature on earth at approximately 10:12 a.m. as I sat in class jittering away. Of course, the rest of the day tended to go slightly downhill from that high. Oh, right. That's why I stopped drinking you. So that my happiest moment wouldn't be based purely off of a drink. Moderation! That's the key! And by moderation I mean LARGE COFFEES EVERY MORNING, PLEASE. I'm only writing in livejournal because I'm totally caffeinated. Fin! 3 comments|post comment

on the weirdness of everything and the smell of cleaning products [01 Dec 2007|11:56am] "Yeah, they were a sight: going down the waterslide fully clothed, with their shoes on." - Dorothy the Custodian. post comment

On this week [29 Nov 2007|12:38am] [ mood | indescribable ] Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't! Edit: Actually, on further reflection, mostly you do. 2 comments|post comment

Friends Only [26 Apr 2007|11:06am] Most of these entries are screened for vague paranoia's sake. However, if you add me I will likely add you back because I'm pretty much too curious about everything. post comment

On Bushwhacking which is Spelled with an H [04 Feb 2007|11:38pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Paul Simon - Look at That ] What if I started actually writing in livejournal again, that would be real funny. This weekend in the woods in Vermont there was ice where the creek usually is. I bushwhacked up hills and down, through the snow. That sounds way more romantic than it was. There were low-down trees everywhere and my long green scarf kept getting caught in their branches. It was sort of like those inky pictures in Grimm fairy tales, with the princess who is banished into the woods, the trees reaching out at her with thin, gnarled fingers and grabbing at her delicate princess clothing (I was wearing a puffy purple jacket) and then there are usually trolls and princes later along the way? But there were no trolls in this scenario, and no princes. There was Terry, but he was lost, and I don't think fairy tale princes get lost? I feel like a fairy tale prince would have a built in compass in his head. It comes with being part of the ruling fairy tale class, you get a compass built into your head at a very young age. So, anyway, those are my thoughts on bushwhacking through really dense forests in the snow. Here is a link to the American Bushwhacking Club. http://americanbushwhackingclub.org/ 6 comments|post comment

puddle-wonderful [21 Mar 2003|08:35pm] [ mood | peaceful ] [ music | Soggy Bottom Boys - Down to the river to pray ] in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee -e e cummings -- It's finally Spring. What a Spring-like day it was. The air is renewed, and even the thunder is comforting, like it's announcing a fresh start. Went to the park w/ Terry and had such a relaxing time. I love it there. Ate pretzels and potato chips and drank ice tea. Watched the patterns on the pond and in the sky and sang songs from car commercials. I'm so amazingly glad this week of school is over. It has seemed way too long, and has been filled to the brim with work. Thank you, Ms. Heenan. But tomorrow is Saturday and today is Spring and things are beginning to look on the side of better. 1 comment|post comment

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