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fashion it into a thing that carries itself
[The subject line's from an Anne Carson passage about history and elegy that Amanda Gorman uses as the epigraph to Call Us What We Carry, which happened to be in my library's Lucky Day Collection when I picked up AJ Hall's For Real last week.]
As forecast, the snow is pelting down, and the foot traffic downtown is the lightest I've seen since spring ( Read more... ) -
buggy beauty
Tu b'shevat arrives tomorrow, and Middle Tennessee is supposed to get whumped by snow by then. Coincidentally, a crepe myrtle the Beautiful Young Man had ordered at the start of November was delivered this week, so he's planting it as I type.
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"Thank you for being a car"
Charmed by: picture books about mail-critters, including Angela Cronk's Monster Mail (disclosure: I'm one of the book's backers) and Marianne Dubuc's Mr. Postmouse books.
Starting the month with:- remembering how my iron works (oh hi, reset button)
- not remembering how to update my website
- skipping the gym (something in my back twanging hard)
- not ( Read more... )
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scrapping along
Repeatedly staying up past 2 a.m. to meet deadlines exacts a price, which made itself known earlier today in my absent-mindedly tossing good pepper morsels into the compost pot instead of the to-be-pickled bowl, and not feeling up to fishing them out. It is okay. It was a 99-cent bag of already-iffy capiscum annuums, some far gone enough that the ( Read more... ) -
I wanna burn all the cities to the ground
Not really, of course - I love cities with the fervor of a bluestocking who grew up in a county without a public library. That said, I have belatedly come across Emma Stone's lip-sync of Blues Traveler's "Hook" (starts at 1:55 in this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v= ( Read more... ) -
"not a word I wrote was going to last"
I was drawn into Christian Wiman's "He Held Radical Light" excerpt at Poetry Daily earlier today because I became curious about where he was going after calling a good chunk of another writer's body of work "flavorless as old oatmeal." But the part where I sat up straight was when my own dour mutterings about eventual nothingness ("Look, I'm not ( Read more... ) -
running around like a clown on purpose
[Today's subject line is from Mika's We Are GoldenWork out. Decide against buying fancy soap on sale. (Points to me.) Work. Swear at VPN fail. Clean. Correspond. Cook beef shanks with chicken and jasmine rice and assorted spices and frozen spinach. More cleaning. Extended chat with service provider over billing/cancellation issue. More ( Read more... )
