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 Tuesday, December 02, 2008 wedding glassware i drove up to jersey for thanksgiving with justin and his folks. his dad is still trying to pack up the house after the divorce, he's moving into an apartment in flushing, and donating everything to the salvation army. in alarm, i decided to inherit the wedding glassware. he loves those plates in a sentimental way. so i tried to take 2 pieces from every set. perhaps sometime in the future i will give it back to him. i also got a set of knives, a colander, and definitely, the coolest and best of all, justin's childhood dinosaur blanket. justin and i met up with tee in new york city in the cantonese restaurant that i love on bayard street. i was so happy to see tee--was reminded of how he looks at life with such honesty and thoughtfulness--and very tickled when tee and justin started going on about guitars, amps and incomprehensible music things. justin and i watched synecdoche, new york (very, very good) that night at sunshine theater and discovered a tiny cafe/bar that plays portuguese jazz and sells lithuanian beer. i also found an apartment in brooklyn--carroll gardens, a very catholic italian neighborhood. i'll be living there with jimmy, an elusive old cat for two weeks in january. posted by dawn # 2:15 PM Comments: it was great meeting you too man.. stay happy! - Tee, with 1 more essay left to go # posted by Anonymous : 12:30 AM 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] am lit break my hea-a-a-a-a-ar-t, break my heart Comus, 1787 on the verge of a trembling walking with grace little moment fannie and freddie ithaca consumed by the details of my life now. it mostly ... i have been stressed out. only just secured my sch... [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

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

wedding glassware

i drove up to jersey for thanksgiving with justin and his folks. his dad is still trying to pack up the house after the divorce, he's moving into an apartment in flushing, and donating everything to the salvation army. in alarm, i decided to inherit the wedding glassware. he loves those plates in a sentimental way. so i tried to take 2 pieces from every set. perhaps sometime in the future i will give it back to him. i also got a set of knives, a colander, and definitely, the coolest and best of all, justin's childhood dinosaur blanket.
justin and i met up with tee in new york city in the cantonese restaurant that i love on bayard street. i was so happy to see tee--was reminded of how he looks at life with such honesty and thoughtfulness--and very tickled when tee and justin started going on about guitars, amps and incomprehensible music things. justin and i watched synecdoche, new york (very, very good) that night at sunshine theater and discovered a tiny cafe/bar that plays portuguese jazz and sells lithuanian beer. i also found an apartment in brooklyn--carroll gardens, a very catholic italian neighborhood. i'll be living there with jimmy, an elusive old cat for two weeks in january.

posted by dawn # 2:15 PM

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it was great meeting you too man..
stay happy!
- Tee, with 1 more essay left to go

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