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Last couple of days have been really intense, fast, up and down...mostly up. But just long and full of random adventure spread out by periods of sitting; almost like being back in the theatre again, waiting for your turn to rehearse or be called on for a task or whatever, sigh, miss it.
So jumble of things from the weekend. What i remember is that saturday night Meera, Charlotte, Dave, and I went out to Arlington to Skyline Park. Wow, just wow. Never been there before and it was incredible. So beautiful. I know this may be stupid, but when I am lookinf out over a city lit up like that at night--to me it looks like a carpet of jewels on a dark velvet, hit aglow by a natural and almost unearthly light. So dorky dana. We all stayed there until we froze, singing Disney tunes and scaring the locals.
I didnt sleep at all that night--Kids dont mess around with meds you arent perscribed. So, Dave stayed over and we had fun with the internet and did a seance! Whoa. I watched the sky turn light and the sun come up...well really suddenly it was just morning and then it was just day...I wanted it to be a beautiful sunrise, no such luck.
Sunday I went with my Dad to a Book Fair in Boston and long story short...I actually got to hold the actual handwritten poem called the Snowflake Star by SYLVIA PLATH, when she was 15-16!!! NO SHIT. Its never been published and has been in her estate up until it was recently sold and I got to hold the thing! I think I had a mini orgasm.
And then I found a book of poems, called They Have Not Seen The Stars, by Ray Bradbury. It is a first edition, one of 200, and the 172 to be signed by him!~ So um, I bought it for $125 bucks, which trust me is nothing for that. RAY FUCKING BRADBURY, ok!?!!
And then last night I went with Meera over to Dyson's house, and we just chilled there for a while by a fire in a shopping cart...ok.
In general I smoked way to many cigarettes this weekend and did some stuff I really shouldnt have--like pull an all nighter, that's gonna mess with my sleep schedule. But also it was a good time and I certainly had fun and loved seeing that Sylvia Plath poem. OMG...that was amazing.
"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air." S. Plath
So jumble of things from the weekend. What i remember is that saturday night Meera, Charlotte, Dave, and I went out to Arlington to Skyline Park. Wow, just wow. Never been there before and it was incredible. So beautiful. I know this may be stupid, but when I am lookinf out over a city lit up like that at night--to me it looks like a carpet of jewels on a dark velvet, hit aglow by a natural and almost unearthly light. So dorky dana. We all stayed there until we froze, singing Disney tunes and scaring the locals.
I didnt sleep at all that night--Kids dont mess around with meds you arent perscribed. So, Dave stayed over and we had fun with the internet and did a seance! Whoa. I watched the sky turn light and the sun come up...well really suddenly it was just morning and then it was just day...I wanted it to be a beautiful sunrise, no such luck.
Sunday I went with my Dad to a Book Fair in Boston and long story short...I actually got to hold the actual handwritten poem called the Snowflake Star by SYLVIA PLATH, when she was 15-16!!! NO SHIT. Its never been published and has been in her estate up until it was recently sold and I got to hold the thing! I think I had a mini orgasm.
And then I found a book of poems, called They Have Not Seen The Stars, by Ray Bradbury. It is a first edition, one of 200, and the 172 to be signed by him!~ So um, I bought it for $125 bucks, which trust me is nothing for that. RAY FUCKING BRADBURY, ok!?!!
And then last night I went with Meera over to Dyson's house, and we just chilled there for a while by a fire in a shopping cart...ok.
In general I smoked way to many cigarettes this weekend and did some stuff I really shouldnt have--like pull an all nighter, that's gonna mess with my sleep schedule. But also it was a good time and I certainly had fun and loved seeing that Sylvia Plath poem. OMG...that was amazing.
"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air." S. Plath