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News items; some unrelated
I am back in Portland, with a shot of loneliness to keep me company ( Read more... ) -
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I have been afflicted lately with scraps of poems I remember, fragmentarily.
On the subway this evening, coming home from Queens:
...we cannot follow
cannot love
I think that's where the line break goes.
The first question is: what poem is this and who wrote it? (Jorie Graham?)
But the real question is: is it topical? -
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So far, the Achievement of 2006 is watching all four BBC Narnia movies straight through in one sitting. Good company, good food, good day-and good night. We started about 1:30 and didn't finish until 11:00. A great deal of tea-with-milk-and-sugar-British-style was consumed. Also: cake, chocolates, pineapple, popcorn, and a Super-Narnia Dinner ( Read more... ) -
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I think it is time to see if I still remember how to ride a bicycle. Because there are places to go and people to see and no trains to take me there. -
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You know how when you have a computer crash, the half-page you lose is suddenly the most important part of your paper? -
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I'm eating green beans and hummus in the library. I hope no one kills me for the crunching, because they are tasty.
Page count: 12 of 20. My academic voice has totally escaped my control and has started to include narrative metaphor having nothing to do with the subject of the analysis (the "ringing" of "affective bells"). -
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There is really shockingly little criticism on Twelfth Night.
Also, I have just realized that I should be putting these asshole library meanderings on Reed-only filters, so the rest of my friends don't have to read them.
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I am really, really enjoying the resurgence of RENT quotation.
Back to my lit theory paper. -
Imaginary Portland, Real Portland
Ken is gone ( Read more... ) -
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Um.
I have just participated in the doing of something deeply weird, simultaneously stupid and fantastic. Would I have done it if it today had not marked spring-fall thesis parade and the completion of my mini orals, if I had not spent the evening dancing drunk in the rain? Anybody's guess. But Ken is coming for the weekend. His plane leaves at ( Read more... )