Sunday, July 25, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
why do I dream of Chuck Bass?
Seriously, seriously, I thought I would stop writing about the fog. I heard it was bright and sunny last week while I was in Portland. I guess I brought the gloom back with me. In the mornings it feels like winter in July. This should really be a blog dedicated to fog and Camera Obscura. Here is the next song I'm learning. I am the slowest guitar player ever.
I've felt so gross and uncomfortable lately, like a pregnant hillbilly sea hag with a ponytail and glasses. I don't want to talk to anyone. I feel like I'll never work again.
I've felt so gross and uncomfortable lately, like a pregnant hillbilly sea hag with a ponytail and glasses. I don't want to talk to anyone. I feel like I'll never work again.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
shedding tears for affairs in a man voice
Michael is teaching me how to play Tears for Affairs on the gee-tar right now. I think my fingers remember all the chords, but my brain doesn't! It's hard.
The other day I played a song for my nephew Vincent, aka Boots, who's visiting from Egypt.
Hey Boots we're going to the shore
don't forget to bring your door
we're gonna meet a fish named Bill
and his friend named Gill
you and me and your cousin named Phil (and then it just turns into the song from Thunder Ant)
The other day I played a song for my nephew Vincent, aka Boots, who's visiting from Egypt.
Hey Boots we're going to the shore
don't forget to bring your door
we're gonna meet a fish named Bill
and his friend named Gill
you and me and your cousin named Phil (and then it just turns into the song from Thunder Ant)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
boring to-do list from 2007 found inside book
March 12
1) buy groceries
2) MD car inspection
3) exchange shoes
4) work on design homework
I also found a 443 phone number that I used to hide from myself sometimes, both written on funny toilet paper stationary from Y Que?
1) buy groceries
2) MD car inspection
3) exchange shoes
4) work on design homework
I also found a 443 phone number that I used to hide from myself sometimes, both written on funny toilet paper stationary from Y Que?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Something did happen.
Spoiler alert! If you don't want to know what happens at the end of Anagrams, stop reading now.
Gerard dies. And then you've forgotten that not only is Georgianne imaginary, but so is Eleanor, and Benna really is all alone. Sad.
Today was feeling guilty about waking up late in the fog, thinking and rethinking going to the Tin House workshop next month. I had almost made up my mind to not go. $1500 is a lot of money, especially for someone who doesn't have a job. But then I read those two definite words on my acceptance letter - no refunds - and that was that. With some help from my generous family, I will go to Portland and talk about writing poetry and I'll stay with Tali and her critters, and hopefully I can see Anita and Yael, too.
Gerard dies. And then you've forgotten that not only is Georgianne imaginary, but so is Eleanor, and Benna really is all alone. Sad.
Today was feeling guilty about waking up late in the fog, thinking and rethinking going to the Tin House workshop next month. I had almost made up my mind to not go. $1500 is a lot of money, especially for someone who doesn't have a job. But then I read those two definite words on my acceptance letter - no refunds - and that was that. With some help from my generous family, I will go to Portland and talk about writing poetry and I'll stay with Tali and her critters, and hopefully I can see Anita and Yael, too.
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