i am so full. and i think of all that's before me - so much i have to do. it makes me want to go to sleep, or go lie down under the stars and just look.

savoring my last night of crickets for a while. there are beautiful things about this country.

pushing myself purposefully to an uncomfortable place.

i'm here, at the SAA conference. so far, the research forum is good. it makes me want to scratch furiously at the cut on my forehead - or maybe that's just the sugary chocolate muffin i ate. and this is just the very beginning of a busy busy weeki am tweeting, taking mini observation and thought notes in my tiny composition book, texting people, ( Read more... )

there's too much too much.

tradeoffs - fun in the evening and the displeasure of not wanting to get out of bed in the morning.

i went in to get my hair turned white and they still turned it blond. waste of money. i don't like platinum.

rush!

This morning I found myself captivated by the eye of a dead man; his image not frozen, but warm; his slight smile and glinting eye not smug, but genuinely pleased with life and his role in it. This man who saved the four leaf clover. I felt myself blush before his gaze, a hundred years old ( Read more... )

i can feel the weeds sprouting in my garden, the morning glories and those other red vines. i feel them and it makes me nervous, makes me want to rip them out of my skin.

tonight:
telling embarrassing stories about daniel
how excited he was about u-pick potatoes
bare feet in gus' house
four-story ice cream cone
mike & rebekah giggling on the couch
daniel nervous about seeing janette on eastlake
cute little laura
antony and the johnsons in my head
alternating with scraper bike
i took a hundred photos

mario's personal shitstorm:
-father heart attack
-splitting with his wife
-being attacked at work, breaking a toe by kicking off his assailant

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pjc also said yesterday that he would be happy to write me a recommendation letter to a UW library in Rome in case they might have any work for me...!

went into the big boss' office to check in because he's been on holiday and in the meantime i told him i'm leaving in September ( Read more... )

there's been a lot to say lately. lines emerging in my head. why i ever think i might remember the ones that seem significant just before i go to bed in the morning, i can't fathom. but remembering that there were significant ones is fucking torturous.

the fun of peeling sunburns is so fleeting ( Read more... )