HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Thursday, November 22, 2007 pretty so i had the most beautiful thanksgiving ever, with the wonderful judy, and nancy, and krista, and neil (sacramento "okay, dawn eureka," he digs, we tease each other about eating too much), judy takes awful shots of me, toni tries to teach me to play pool, the mongrel terrier humps me four times in a row, and henry. i ate till i died. there was homemade bread, homemade wine from krista's vineyard, homepressed grape juice by judy, homemade inari by mako. in the drive to judy's the road is long, mysterious, filled with the possibility of passing deer, trees. i took over the steering wheels of the car as we got back, the first time, driving like a crazy woman around an empty wegman's carpark at midnight. outside valentine place, it had just started snowing. it looks like it's really started snowing, henry said, not the passing kind. it will be pretty. when it gets all white. pretty, not depressing? pretty. back home, the fridge was already bursting with thanksgiving food. so, i added more food to it. posted by dawn # 9:10 PM Comments: Post a Comment << Home		[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] the memory of a goldfish letter to yantai all of a sudden happiness differences Ultrasound in my own time Second winter just a thought shorter days [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Thursday, November 22, 2007

pretty

so i had the most beautiful thanksgiving ever, with the wonderful judy, and nancy, and krista, and neil (sacramento "okay, dawn eureka," he digs, we tease each other about eating too much), judy takes awful shots of me, toni tries to teach me to play pool, the mongrel terrier humps me four times in a row, and henry. i ate till i died. there was homemade bread, homemade wine from krista's vineyard, homepressed grape juice by judy, homemade inari by mako.

in the drive to judy's the road is long, mysterious, filled with the possibility of passing deer, trees.

i took over the steering wheels of the car as we got back, the first time, driving like a crazy woman around an empty wegman's carpark at midnight.

outside valentine place, it had just started snowing.

it looks like it's really started snowing, henry said, not the passing kind. it will be pretty. when it gets all white.

pretty, not depressing?

pretty.

back home, the fridge was already bursting with thanksgiving food. so, i added more food to it.

posted by dawn # 9:10 PM

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