Wednesday, April 22, 2009

guys, I just figured it out.

so I just subscribed to the RSS feed of the comments on this blog. So, yes, I will start responding to comments now. Yeah, that took a while...

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Day 1

7 am central
Am on a flight with a high shool orchestra trip. Tons of violins on board. Flight is hella crowded--still boarding afte 30 min because another flight to Chicago "has a mechanical error" and the passengers got reouted to my flight.

Guess I will enjoy my window seat, unfortunately marred by an expanse of sheet metal and engine.

9:30 am central
So like wtf. The same high school orchestra is on my flight to Boston. How is this even possible?

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

collecting my thoughts

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong.

-- Jack Gilbert, from "The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart"


"Have you chosen a college yet?"

No. The answer is no.

"Narrowed it down?"

To two. They're both in Boston.

"Well of course _________, right?"

Well if it were that easy, I wouldn't still be waffling.


What is more interesting is the _________. Some people have very strong feelings for or against either of the two contending schools, is all. I'm tired. I want to keep my grades, and I don't want to keep my grades. I want graduation to be over with, but I still need to fulfill some requirements. I just want to sleep in, work part time, watch movies, be lazy. Read some books here and there.

I leave Thursday morning at 5 AM.

Sunday, April 12, 2009


With much talk about Twitter abounding in schools and among friends, I'm intrigued by the latest scandal to hit the net: Amazon Fail. #AmazonFail one of the trending topics on twitter. It's currently 2nd, behind "Happy Easter," but apparently was 1st earlier this afternoon. At any rate, there are 15 tweets per second about AmazonFail.

Thus is the power of twitter, I suspect. it has an uncanny ability to connect people on twitter, with short bursts of outrage. there is no limited friends view or additional hassles of photos, extensive profile information, or site navigation. whether anything newsworthy comes out of tweeting remains to be seen.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I heard there was a secret chord

And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead,
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fall,---this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Friday, April 3, 2009