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, March 06, 2008
beautiful sunset
today brought mixed feelings--i was, for one, too quiet in class--but it was a very full day. it was filled with blessings of life. good news from home, good news from new york--another acceptance letter for jk ("i'm putting you on speaker, hear the rustle of my lab cockroaches"),(lovely, beautiful), duana mailed me back ("thank you for being," awww, get well soon dear), and i unexpectedly texted my old bestest best friend in anxiety that my macbook was gonna crash ("i've been breaking things all week in the lab"), first proper day at work, beautiful jog in the morning, i accidentally got a lift home from jm, (all we talk about in the car is the usual, well, food and running: "the ribs i cooked were like crap"), cooking with sasha in the kitchen (i came home today, and i exclaimed "sasha, what's going on, the kitchen smells so...asian!" first i--get this--set a pot on fire, and leave the kitchen in fumes "it's a flambe without the alcohol" i exclaim, we tuck into tofu like loaves and bread, "grapes make me fart," she tells me smugly), prof. l ("presentation, would you like to work on some milton?")

and on another note, i'm spending the night in my old room at valentine's; and i miss china.

[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] mister sun
beautiful
so sweet, and so cold
the raven
science and biology
i try to say goodbye and i choke
sunday brunch at the carriage house! and homemade ...
metaphors
fridays, at the public service center
learning things

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