Well, I suppose recent events merit a bit of a real-world update. On Friday, I had my thesis defense, then Saturday morning there was the Orgo final, and I'm about to turn in the final Biomechanics paper today. Basically, I'm done with undergraduate academia. Such a strange feeling. Especially because, just as I finished rushing around and being ( Read more... )

I'm packing. And it hits me-- I'm actually going back to Swarthmore ( Read more... )

Gah. I had a dream that involved the supreme court last night. This is unacceptable. I might have to put out a restraining order. only one more work week until California... only one more work week after that...gah ( Read more... )

21. Yup.  Had a pineapple rum and listened to a jazz band at the spotted cat last night. Liked the jazz, tolerated the drink (it had a cherry in it!). Felt unlawful.

In other, more exciting news, I am now a published (is that the word?) soundtrack composer! This weekend, Nikhil, Kaitlin and I (and about 20 people I don't know) participated in the ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm officially over being bitter about the Swat writing stipend. (Seriously, Uma; get a grip) And I've decided that, even though I won't be funded by anyone or expected to read my work aloud next semester, I'm going to attempt my proposed project anyway. Unless, of course, it starts to threaten my mental health. Which may or may not be a ( Read more... )

Nora tells me I got second place in the Swarthmore poetry contest. YAY! (Though I haven't seen anything in writing yet)

I did not, however, get the junior summer stipend for creative writing, which would have let me relax about my summer plans SO much more. Those of you I've talked to about this know how much I wanted that stipend. I feel my reasons ( Read more... )

April 17th is "Poem in your pocket day." Sixth time for NYC, 1st time for the nation, from what I can gather ( Read more... )

Marks ( Read more... )

Late at night in the mire between bedtime and dark
my oracle calls me to say things like pills
that my hollow head swallows like tin.
to drink more milk and stop waking up so late. and perhaps to write more.

How am I supposed to write
when the sky is burning green like that?

There’s a plague moving in down the road. The deer have eaten ( Read more... )

It's April. And it's snowing.

no. just no.