i'm only awake because bsg
today is administrative professionals day, so the admins in my department all got gift cards for amazon. which we got by email. which i thought was spam at first. >.< i think i'm going to get a yoga mat with mine, because i hate using the rug in my living room. does anyone have recs for yoga mats?
the department admins all had our weekly meeting, and while i really miss the libraries folks i worked with, i like the nerd support admins. they're fun people. we joked about the one admin who's stuck in pennsylvania having to go to two other states to find a liquor store (they're all closed in pa), and we joked about not wearing bras, and one of the few male admins put his fingers in his ears. it was cute.
i spent my lunch hour working on my bang! i'll probably delete everything i wrote but i still count it as progress.
this afternoon i made matzo toffee crack - melt butter and brown sugar, pour it over the matzo, stick it in the oven, when it comes out sprinkle chocolate chips over everything, spread them around as they melt, stick it all in the fridge - and now i just want to stuff my face with it. >.< so good and yet so bad for me.
studio ghibli backgrounds for your zoom calls. also netflix now has the rights to twenty-one studio ghibli movies, which means i should watch porco rosso and castle in the sky before my free trial is over.
homemade art - pick an artwork. recreate it at home. fun in the time of quarantine. :D
Who comforts you now that the wheel has broken?
No more princes for the poor. Loss whittling you thin.
Grief is the constant now, hope the last word spoken.
In a dance of two elegies, which circles the drain? A token
year with its daisies and carbines is where we begin.
Who comforts you now? That the wheel has broken
is Mechanics 101; to keep dreaming when the joke’s on
you? Well, crazier legends have been written.
Grief is the constant now; hope, the last word spoken
on a motel balcony, shouted in a hotel kitchen. No kin
can make this journey for you. The route’s locked in.
Who comforts you now that the wheel has broken
the bodies of its makers? Beyond the smoke and
ashes, what you hear rising is nothing but the wind.
Who comforts you? Now that the wheel has broken,
grief is the constant. Hope: the last word spoken.
--"Testimony: 1968", Rita Dove
the department admins all had our weekly meeting, and while i really miss the libraries folks i worked with, i like the nerd support admins. they're fun people. we joked about the one admin who's stuck in pennsylvania having to go to two other states to find a liquor store (they're all closed in pa), and we joked about not wearing bras, and one of the few male admins put his fingers in his ears. it was cute.
i spent my lunch hour working on my bang! i'll probably delete everything i wrote but i still count it as progress.
this afternoon i made matzo toffee crack - melt butter and brown sugar, pour it over the matzo, stick it in the oven, when it comes out sprinkle chocolate chips over everything, spread them around as they melt, stick it all in the fridge - and now i just want to stuff my face with it. >.< so good and yet so bad for me.
studio ghibli backgrounds for your zoom calls. also netflix now has the rights to twenty-one studio ghibli movies, which means i should watch porco rosso and castle in the sky before my free trial is over.
homemade art - pick an artwork. recreate it at home. fun in the time of quarantine. :D
Who comforts you now that the wheel has broken?
No more princes for the poor. Loss whittling you thin.
Grief is the constant now, hope the last word spoken.
In a dance of two elegies, which circles the drain? A token
year with its daisies and carbines is where we begin.
Who comforts you now? That the wheel has broken
is Mechanics 101; to keep dreaming when the joke’s on
you? Well, crazier legends have been written.
Grief is the constant now; hope, the last word spoken
on a motel balcony, shouted in a hotel kitchen. No kin
can make this journey for you. The route’s locked in.
Who comforts you now that the wheel has broken
the bodies of its makers? Beyond the smoke and
ashes, what you hear rising is nothing but the wind.
Who comforts you? Now that the wheel has broken,
grief is the constant. Hope: the last word spoken.
--"Testimony: 1968", Rita Dove