Friday, January 30, 2009
we will be meeting at my house on february 25th at 7:30 to discuss the first half of this book (it is long enough that we've decided to spread it out over february and march... please bring something to share and let me know ahead of time if you'll be able to make it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
friday, i think that christian and i are going to tackle a new dish off the tried and true foodblog that made me wonder if there is such a thing as too many szechuan peppercorns in a dish (i'm pretty sure the answer is no). i may even bake that satsuma mandarin/vanilla upside-down pound cake that i've been drooling over for ages... now would be the time to try and finagle a seat for dinner friday.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
what i'm trying to say is last night was really good, the kind of quiet good that leaves one content for days in its wake.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
i think the last time that i felt like this about politics i was still in high school and was headed to a rally with my spanish teacher whose father inspired hope in us all.
also, new bloglove? yes, please.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly a hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
i've recently realized that my taste in jewelry is pretty predictable. i like: secrets, bones/hearts, trees/leaves, owls, and featherssss. these themes are also evident in most art that i enjoy - i need to work on my element of surprise...
if you're interested in january's bookclub, i recommend picking up a copy of the book immediately, if not sooner.
also, i may have met my match?