October 2008
19 posts
“And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a...”
– william wordsworth
“it’s friday night! there are expectations!”
– a customer that just came in and got her second large latte in 4 hours.
“This one is pretty easy. It was Malia, my 10-year-old daughter’s birthday party....”
– Barack Obama, on the last time he cried. Video at this source. (via scout)
“More often than not I want to just throw caution to the wind and live off of...”
– melissa bankes, my first college roommate.
oh, we can only hope…
“And if my woman was a fire
She’d burn out before I wake
And be replaced...”
– margot and the nuclear so and so’s
school ups my appreciation for words exponentially everyday. it is turning me both into a hardended machine, whipping out papers like i am a typerwriter, not the brain behind it, but then, all at once, this sick simultaneous action, i am turning into putty...
i wrote my very first beginning, middle, end short story last night. it’s not about me, not at all. it’s the first story i have that isn’t creative non-fiction, and it’s about an old man, and fuck, it felt…good. and the feeling i got while doing is just makes me feel like i should do it more, do it all the time, let it drive me fucking crazy.
if i stopped my social...
this semester i’m in a creative writing class, and all semester I have known that on October 20th i would have to turn in a not first draft, not final draft of a 4,000 word story for class workshop. it’s 4pm, October 19th, and I have 623 words. Ohhh, the day head.
this morning i am trying to stop thinking about how i have been in school since age 4, and how ready i am to wake up and think about other things.
today i covered the wall by my desk in post-it notes of e.e. cummings poetry. when i do things lately, i feel so uninspired. it’s just something i am doing, and that feels grotesque and wrong. i want there to be a spring in everything i do, and it looks as if i am starting with desk work. and maybe next i will dance while i brush my teeth and whistle during bike rides or smile at strangers...
“Oh, she says well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go...”
– —kurt vonnegut
i forget this a lot. woops.
umm so i broke my foot. and at first, i was pretty pissed, but now, i’ve got this whole weekend off, my creative writing teacher just excused me from last week’s homework, and i have spent the past 2 days watching the office, drinking coffee, and crocheting. oh, and not showering because i can’t stand that long. now i’m just content and wondering why the fuck i did not...
ljm:
I have a lot of feelings today. I had a lot of feelings last night during the debate; I watched it knitting, cuddled up in the futon with Larry while Elisabeth sat next to me untangling a huge hank of sock yarn. I realized several times that even through my knitting, my hands were shaking.
Just, hey, listen, America.
She’s been in this five weeks, like she said. The Republican ideals and...
