preliminary yay!
I THINK WE FOUND AN APARTMENT. A NICE ONE, IN A GOOD NEIGHBORHOOD THAT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE IT'S MILES AND MILES FROM EVERYTHING. i don't want to jinx it so i don't want to say anything else, but there's a lot of preliminary yay. (more yay once our rental applications have been accepted and first month's rent paid.) now i really have to shift my ass and start sorting and shredding and packing. and, uh, tell my current landlady i'm moving. >.<
the apartment is on the second floor and the owner(s) lives on the first floor with their two - count 'em dogs. a chill elderly looking one and a much more yappy one. that just makes me like the place more. :D
in other news my bang is getting closer to being done, by which i mean i have to wrap up the story and make sure i didn't forget any scenes and that the whole thing hangs together. and then i need a title and a summary. >.< i will probably as
apiphile suggested asspull a title at the very last minute. i'd be embarrassed except, well, no, i kind of am embarrassed. fortunately i have until the end of the day saturday (may 1) to get my shit together.
grandson builds switchboard-inspired messaging machine for grandma - grandma just picks the destination grandchild she wants to message, plugs in a cord like on old phone switchboards, and speaks her message into the microphone. and then the grandchild gets it as a text! and can text back a message which is printed out. (grandma is hard of hearing. but she can read just fine.)
watch ingenuity's third flight! it flew farther and for longer than the previous two flights. it's so tiny and cute, i love it.
The summer I was ten a teenager
named Kim butterflied my hair. Cornrows
curling into braids
behind each ear.
Everybody’s wearing this style now, Kim said.
Who could try to tell me
I wasn’t beautiful. The magic
in something as once ordinary
as hair that for too long
had not been good enough
now winged and amazing
now connected
to a long line of crowns.
Now connected
to a long line of girls
moving through Brooklyn with our heads
held so high, our necks ached. You must
know this too - that feeling
of being so much more than
you once believed yourself to be
so much more than your
too-skinny arms
and too-big feet and
too-long fingers and
too-thick and stubborn hair
All of us now
suddenly seen
the trick mirror that had us believe
we weren’t truly beautiful
suddenly shifts
and there we are
and there we are
and there we are again
and Oh! How could we not have seen
ourselves before? So much more
We are so much more.
--"Absolute", Jacqueline Woodson
the apartment is on the second floor and the owner(s) lives on the first floor with their two - count 'em dogs. a chill elderly looking one and a much more yappy one. that just makes me like the place more. :D
in other news my bang is getting closer to being done, by which i mean i have to wrap up the story and make sure i didn't forget any scenes and that the whole thing hangs together. and then i need a title and a summary. >.< i will probably as
apiphile suggested asspull a title at the very last minute. i'd be embarrassed except, well, no, i kind of am embarrassed. fortunately i have until the end of the day saturday (may 1) to get my shit together.
grandson builds switchboard-inspired messaging machine for grandma - grandma just picks the destination grandchild she wants to message, plugs in a cord like on old phone switchboards, and speaks her message into the microphone. and then the grandchild gets it as a text! and can text back a message which is printed out. (grandma is hard of hearing. but she can read just fine.)
watch ingenuity's third flight! it flew farther and for longer than the previous two flights. it's so tiny and cute, i love it.
The summer I was ten a teenager
named Kim butterflied my hair. Cornrows
curling into braids
behind each ear.
Everybody’s wearing this style now, Kim said.
Who could try to tell me
I wasn’t beautiful. The magic
in something as once ordinary
as hair that for too long
had not been good enough
now winged and amazing
now connected
to a long line of crowns.
Now connected
to a long line of girls
moving through Brooklyn with our heads
held so high, our necks ached. You must
know this too - that feeling
of being so much more than
you once believed yourself to be
so much more than your
too-skinny arms
and too-big feet and
too-long fingers and
too-thick and stubborn hair
All of us now
suddenly seen
the trick mirror that had us believe
we weren’t truly beautiful
suddenly shifts
and there we are
and there we are
and there we are again
and Oh! How could we not have seen
ourselves before? So much more
We are so much more.
--"Absolute", Jacqueline Woodson