i thought i'd be better at writing here or elsewhere during the last nine months. i remember coming to LJ often to record my thoughts, especially during times of confusion or transition. it was an outlet on which i could rely, a way of connecting with friends and just getting out my feelings. i guess FB is the place to do that now, but you can't ( Read more... )

Today was one of those days when not much got done on the dissertation, but so many other things did. And I feel the need to record them here, just for a moment, to hold them in this prism today so that I remember. Because while things have been going well with writing, I also know that the goodness is fleeting and before too long, I’ll be ( Read more... )

sometimes listening to interviews from beirut, making notes, trying to write about this ( Read more... )

i dreamt of you for the first time last night. i'd just been thinking yesterday: "i wonder when i will dream of peter." you must have heard me, or my heart/psyche just needed so desperately to connect with you ( Read more... )

i'm back in san diego. i've been back for two months, actually, and it's good. life here is good. that sounds banal and boring, but considering what i left behind, the goodness is a relief in a few specific ways. first of all, i was nervous about leaving beirut. beirut sometimes feels like a lover with whom i cheat on My American Life. this ( Read more... )

i spent much of the day in hamra, at Cafe Younes, which is the better part of 100 years old and was my favorite place to work or just fuck about when i lived in qraytem, a neighborhood nearby ( Read more... )

15 days later ( Read more... )

and at it. i don't even know how long it's been since i've written here, or if any of my friends are even writing here anymore, but i've decided i miss this. so here we go, 2013. the year i returned to livejournaling.

xx

i have the loveliest friends, and was so touched by the fun responses to news of good test results about two weeks ago ( Read more... )

again i find myself waiting for test results, this time to see if the dysplasia is clearing up, as it seemed to be last time. or if the combination of qualifying exam stress (and the attendant late, late nights and shameful amounts of red velvet cake) and prednisone for another condition i've been fighting were enough to set me back ( Read more... )