American pastoral
Today a couple of my dormies and I took a pan and a chair and such over to behind the psych building to collect apples for applesauce. Climbing one of the trees made me feel like a child again. It also got mud on my pants like I'd been riding a donkey. My blouse didn't seem affected. A couple came along and the lady with white hair said to the girl in the tree she reminded her of her own youth. We shook the trees and collected dozens of apples (one of which fell smack on my head, causing me to exclaim "Fuck!", though the nice lady wasn't there to comment on whether she would have done the same when younger) and carried them triumphantly back to our kitchen, where we spent an hour paring them and shooting the breeze. Right now after several hours they're still on the stove, with some brown sugar, cloves, cinnamon and cinnamon sticks, and orange peel. They're all rosy and mushy and smell glorious.
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I think conversation is my favorite art form. At least for doing. I love wordplay and I can think on my feet pretty well, though I'm not so great at coming up with things that are consistently interesting enough for, say, prose contexts like this. Ah well. And let alone poetry. I can rhyme but still.
Second to that would be photography. Starting with the photo that's my icon here (the original shows more), I've been on a pale-blue binge. Somewhere along the line I realized that having a blue wall was added incentive to photograph more blue things--my room has a lot of the resulting pictures on the white walls, soon to have even more. I also have a theory that I'm going to get so much reading done over fall break and get so ahead on my classes and thesis; how this pans out remains to be seen.
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I think conversation is my favorite art form. At least for doing. I love wordplay and I can think on my feet pretty well, though I'm not so great at coming up with things that are consistently interesting enough for, say, prose contexts like this. Ah well. And let alone poetry. I can rhyme but still.
Second to that would be photography. Starting with the photo that's my icon here (the original shows more), I've been on a pale-blue binge. Somewhere along the line I realized that having a blue wall was added incentive to photograph more blue things--my room has a lot of the resulting pictures on the white walls, soon to have even more. I also have a theory that I'm going to get so much reading done over fall break and get so ahead on my classes and thesis; how this pans out remains to be seen.