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 Sunday, July 13, 2008 cars and dirt drove up to ithaca for the weekend. cooked a steak and tilapia fillets for dinner with baked fries and grilled peppers. lots of rosemary. didn't really want to go to ithaca, wanted to stay in the city, have been exhausted, and i knew the drive up would be exhausting. but i think he really wanted to go upstate, get into the country. i drove 2/3 the way there, 3 hours on the expressway and interstates in the dark, mind-numbing upstate new york roads with monstrous mountains and lakes. just got back, i fell asleep for the most part in the car, thus putting him in the miserable boyfriend position of having to drive 3 hours downstate in torrential rain and cross a massively congested gw bridge into the city while i slept. (so we were driving, the rain came down so heavy that the entire landscape was blotted out and turned into a massive dali-scape, i was drowsy, where were we? which country was i in? when i woke up, everything was clear, and yes, i was in america.) on the way back, we stopped at a fireworks factory outlet and bought some fireworks (can't wait to set them off illegally in some random ithaca or jersey field), then i took the wheel, got into a massive jam on some interstate with construction while desperately needing to take a piss, i stopped at some gas station to use the bathroom and we bought some greasy bk hamburgers which we ate--with humor--in his car, we got lost, he took the wrong turn, ended up on some interstate 476, which lead us to some boondocks down in pennsylvannia, the town of taylor--that was depressing. and work is getting slightly depressing--i rejected 12 manuscripts in an hour last fri, and had to go out with the publicists for drinks and lunch and an author reading last week--all that oily schmooozing. work again tomorrow, i sorta wish i didn't go up to ithaca--getting wet by the lake with a flock of geese and wearing flowers in my hair perhaps wasnt worth all the stress, but whatever i am discontented and rambling and i am upset that i have to do all the laundry and apartment cleaning that i could have done over the weekend. posted by dawn # 9:07 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] plant i wrote this after leaving for new york. Ars Poeti... the man at the gate breaking bread his mother gave me a silver and glass pendant, it'... jaz The Summer Train i heart new york beautiful justin [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

Sunday, July 13, 2008

cars and dirt

drove up to ithaca for the weekend. cooked a steak and tilapia fillets for dinner with baked fries and grilled peppers. lots of rosemary. didn't really want to go to ithaca, wanted to stay in the city, have been exhausted, and i knew the drive up would be exhausting. but i think he really wanted to go upstate, get into the country. i drove 2/3 the way there, 3 hours on the expressway and interstates in the dark, mind-numbing upstate new york roads with monstrous mountains and lakes. just got back, i fell asleep for the most part in the car, thus putting him in the miserable boyfriend position of having to drive 3 hours downstate in torrential rain and cross a massively congested gw bridge into the city while i slept. (so we were driving, the rain came down so heavy that the entire landscape was blotted out and turned into a massive dali-scape, i was drowsy, where were we? which country was i in? when i woke up, everything was clear, and yes, i was in america.) on the way back, we stopped at a fireworks factory outlet and bought some fireworks (can't wait to set them off illegally in some random ithaca or jersey field), then i took the wheel, got into a massive jam on some interstate with construction while desperately needing to take a piss, i stopped at some gas station to use the bathroom and we bought some greasy bk hamburgers which we ate--with humor--in his car, we got lost, he took the wrong turn, ended up on some interstate 476, which lead us to some boondocks down in pennsylvannia, the town of taylor--that was depressing. and work is getting slightly depressing--i rejected 12 manuscripts in an hour last fri, and had to go out with the publicists for drinks and lunch and an author reading last week--all that oily schmooozing. work again tomorrow, i sorta wish i didn't go up to ithaca--getting wet by the lake with a flock of geese and wearing flowers in my hair perhaps wasnt worth all the stress, but whatever i am discontented and rambling and i am upset that i have to do all the laundry and apartment cleaning that i could have done over the weekend.

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