She writes!
Not much, though.
Favorite quote of the day:
ME: Are you psyched to teach today??
MEGAN: Like Joan was psyched for the stake…
HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.
The Revelation
I awoke happy, the house
Was strange, voices
Were across a gap
Through which a girl
Came and paused,
Reaching out to me–
Then I remembered
What I had dreamed–
A girl
One whom I knew well
Leaned on the door of my car
And stroked my hand–
I shall pass her on the street
We shall say trivial things
To each other
But I shall never cease
To search her eyes
For that quiet look–
[william carlos williams]
are you kidding me with this? awesome.
watch this–bono speaking at national peace conference.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUdrYDk8rVA
favorite quote:
“Stop asking God to bless what you’re doing. Get involved in what God is doing because it’s already blessed.”
-a wise man to Bono
um, excuse me, but isn’t it supposed to be summer?? i realize that the seasons and the climate patterns of the earth don’t revolve around the academic year, but i am seriously ready to grill, and it is dang COLD outside. not to mention it’s suppose to rain for the next seventy-eight days.
i’ve been sitting here at my utterly un-summery desk reading this amazing grilling email from whole foods. my mouth is watering and my culinary skills are begging to be utilized. when will i find reprieve??
Oh it’s taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart’s advice
I should assume it’s still unready
Oh i’m never really ready, i’m never really ready
I’m in repair, i’m not together but i’m getting there.
[john mayer "in repair"]
tomorrow is graduation. i don’t think i’m ready for the way life is going to change.
…is similar to mine.*
SELF IMPROVE
- Bigfoot got get more perfect.
- Refine Bigfootocity.
- Pull together.
- Think outside box.
- Lose ten pound.
- Learn speak the French.
- Ballroom dance.
- Demonstrate superior knowledge of fine wine at dinner party in charming non-pretentious manner.
- Be Oscar Wilde of woods.It so hard. Brain size of apricot. So, so hard think good. Maybe if eat Kelsey Grammer of Frasier fame, will absorb him soul and all attribute like McDonald’s combo meal.
“Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir”
by Graham Roumieu
*I need learn speak the German, though.
stuff white people like: graduate school
“Being in graduate school satisfies many white requirements for happiness. They can believe they are helping the world, complain that the government/university doesn’t support them enough, claim they are poor, feel as though are getting smarter, act superior to other people, enjoy perpetual three day weekends, and sleep in every day of the week!”
It’s all so sickeningly true. I have a Master of Music degree. Today is one of those days that I look back over the last few years and think, “what the hell happened?” Here I am, highly educated, a supposed master of my field, sitting and rotting at a nighttime desk job at a library. Don’t get me wrong–as jobs go, it could be much, much worse. I could be licking stamps for a living, for instance. God, I would hate that. Instead, I sit here and put stickers on books. No licking involved. The height of human advancement.
But truly with each passing day, I feel my scholarly edge depreciating. I’m starting to forget what I have learned. I used to be a sharp as a tack, on the ready for any question involving music literature or repertoire suggestions. And now, what have I become? A mere has-been, once brilliant , now bitter (that was really more for alliterative purposes than stroking my own deflated ego). How does one crawl out of the rut? I’m drowning in the excesses of the painfully mundane. I think I’m going to go outside and play on my break, and that will help.
the only thing is, I love my gay friends because they bestow me with affection and bedazzle me with jewels. and sometimes they cook. and they give great hugs. and they are wise beyond their Y chromosomes.
i would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea.
borne up by each wave as it passes,
drawn down by each wave that recedes;
i would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
i would beat with your heart as it beats.
i would follow your soul as it leads.
[sara teasdale]
isn’t it remarkable to think of the ends to which one might go for love? the human spirit is a most fascinating thing. all at once it is unique, independent, unshakable…and yet, it is incomplete, searching, striving. the spirit presses on to obtain that emblazoned life in which everything is more vibrant, more beautiful, more meaningful, more vulnerable–a place that perhaps is only found journeying alongside another kindred soul.
i never update, which is lame. but here is a link to one of the best websites EVER to make up for it:
http://omnomnomnom.com/index.php
