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Anyone wanna be my life coach?
You need to tell me to:
1) write thank you cards
2) write e-mails
3) call health services for appt.
4) figure out plans
5)go to the gym
6) write essay
and on and on and on.
I got bunches of books from the library, in a spree of productivity . . . all Mary McCarthy, I am so enamoured with her, but in my mind, she gets all mixed up with Cherry Jones, because Cherry Jones played her in the critically unloved Nora Ephron musical "Imaginary Friends." But still . . . Mary McCarthy epitomizes that type of woman from that certain generation, who oozes class and a little bit of wink wink naughtiness and high society scandal and also a very good sense of people before people were so easily classifiable and definable. The Second Wave looked up to Mary McCarthy, some aspire to be her, but they don't quite have the same sense of groundedness Mary McCarthy has. She knows who she is, and also, she has this great, purebred sense of literature . . . few people have it, and of course, I'm making myself sound like I have it, but I don't. I think one of the things that has made me . . . more old-fashioned (not in actions, but in the way I view the world) than my contemporaries is having my British dad who really was raised within the idea of England, when it still WAS the Empire behind ivy towers and even red brick . . . now, that's fallen apart and, as such, there's a loss of a sort of common vocabulary, language, and allusions that used to be available . . . I don't know. But I do love Mary McCarthy.
I don't love any of my classes thus far, and I haven't even begun yet! First semester always feels like a dream, it always slides away so quickly. . . and last semester was my most uninspired semester YET. . . let's pray for some inspiration this semester, some good books and insight and fun and magic . . .
as always . . .
but god, the way the sky is orange and the empire state building and it is all a dream isn't it?
this, my friends, is the po-mo, not very interesting section of my life . . . feel free to skip . . . and i want the ocean.
ofamof.
You need to tell me to:
1) write thank you cards
2) write e-mails
3) call health services for appt.
4) figure out plans
5)go to the gym
6) write essay
and on and on and on.
I got bunches of books from the library, in a spree of productivity . . . all Mary McCarthy, I am so enamoured with her, but in my mind, she gets all mixed up with Cherry Jones, because Cherry Jones played her in the critically unloved Nora Ephron musical "Imaginary Friends." But still . . . Mary McCarthy epitomizes that type of woman from that certain generation, who oozes class and a little bit of wink wink naughtiness and high society scandal and also a very good sense of people before people were so easily classifiable and definable. The Second Wave looked up to Mary McCarthy, some aspire to be her, but they don't quite have the same sense of groundedness Mary McCarthy has. She knows who she is, and also, she has this great, purebred sense of literature . . . few people have it, and of course, I'm making myself sound like I have it, but I don't. I think one of the things that has made me . . . more old-fashioned (not in actions, but in the way I view the world) than my contemporaries is having my British dad who really was raised within the idea of England, when it still WAS the Empire behind ivy towers and even red brick . . . now, that's fallen apart and, as such, there's a loss of a sort of common vocabulary, language, and allusions that used to be available . . . I don't know. But I do love Mary McCarthy.
I don't love any of my classes thus far, and I haven't even begun yet! First semester always feels like a dream, it always slides away so quickly. . . and last semester was my most uninspired semester YET. . . let's pray for some inspiration this semester, some good books and insight and fun and magic . . .
as always . . .
but god, the way the sky is orange and the empire state building and it is all a dream isn't it?
this, my friends, is the po-mo, not very interesting section of my life . . . feel free to skip . . . and i want the ocean.
ofamof.