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

Wednesday, April 02, 2008
pneumonia
i'm tired. i am in need of a good night's sleep. i smashed my full length mirror today, like a drunk. wear socks, he suggested. i will wear socks, and uggs and duct tape over the uggs for good measure, happy? very stylish and hot. i also got invited to a professor's acreage. she's got a flock of 12 endangered native indian sheep, 4 dogs and 3 cats. one sheep has pneumonia because of the unpredictable weather. that sheep has blue fleece.

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i miss the city. i can't wait to be back again.

[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] summer ambitions
this is messed up - happy april's fools:)
gold
how to sleep
missing me
geryon
responsibility
cockroaches
thinking about home
lah

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