HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT
~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot
Monday, April 09, 2007
i flew in and out of la guardia airport in less than a day. it was like a dream. one minute i was talking to daniella about going to the supermarket opposite to buy food, the next minute i was back, washing plates.
as i flew in, the afternoon sun fell on the face of manhattan skyline and the hudson, and it took my breath away. new york will always be the city of myths. on another note, i got notification that my application to teach in china was passed. so if all goes well (visas, etc etc) i will be (oh my goodness) in the yantai city in shandong teaching english in may. (oh please please let all be good) after a fallout with myself, i am starting to amaze myself again. amazement what a beautiful word. |
[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday]
haroun and the sea of stories !
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