yup, i picked an albino pumpkin which was grown on a navajo farm and sold by methodists. really hard to carve.
happy fall.

The "autumness" of the days is only increasing. This morning it is so chilly, I need a blanket around my shoulders as I type. Today will be a down-to-business sort of day, since tomorrow is the party where the guys and I will play...me and my hand drum...Mom and Manda are having fun with that one.

I don't see what all the fuss is about: all of us are crazy in one way or another :)
Happy Monday!

so great

so, right now i am at panera working on my thesis and there is the cutest little old couple sitting at the table next to me. they have been here for almost as long as i have drinking coffee and doing a crossword puzzle together. they each have their own little pen and paper to spell out words but they still talk everything through. also, each one of them goes up to get their own coffee but the one who remains at the table straightens things up and prepares it for their lover's return. it's very precious.

it was so nice to be able to spend time in MI with you this past week. that aside, i am realizing more and more how much i appreciate the fact that you and i are able to enjoy the same things from very far away . sort of takes away the distance to enjoy the same experience. here are some photos of the amazing sunset last night . . .

'swonderful

It was so great to have you visit, friend. I just love having you around, eating good food and talking together...

Happy Monday, friend. I am trying to recover a bit from a night of jamming out on some hand drums and sipping wine in a fabulously decorated apartment that I secretly lusted after...quite a night!

I am puffy and pooped this morning--thank God for coffee and pastries from Panera! (thank him more for engagement gifts of Panera gift cards...) Can't wait to see you--approximately 24 hrs!!!

is it really friday? time just wooshes past leaving me stunned. there is so much i meant to do yesterday . . . i am so three days ago.

maybe i should take tap dance lessons--increase my awareness of time through rhythm, or the drums. yes i shoudl start to play the drums again. that will certainly solve my procrastination problems by teaching me how to work with time. oh yeah . . . i'm so set.

ok, changing the subject. i have a few photos for you . . . i'm trying to decide if i should explain what i was doing or let you guess . . .

cinder block office

What could be better than green tea and nice music to accompany the soft tapping of my own fingers on the keyboard? I have to go to class soon, but I wrote a little poem for you. Maybe it will spark the fuse of your thesis-weary mind. (Countdown: 4 days!)

tea, with pleasure
stir dreams
with peacock feathers
sever the knot
from the taught rope
and sail
further than the sighted stretch
of glassy supposition
plunging into the depth
of opal imagination

today was long. i'm exhausted and i don't have nearly enough done on my thesis . . . ah well. i don't want to read or wright so i think i will just look out the window . . .

thrilled

It is Sunday night, and I am thrilled with how my weekend went (mind you, I did not get any work done at all). It was fabulous.
Last night I relaxed with chilled chanin blanc (especially delicious in the unseasonable humidity) and a lovely bonfire. Today, I ate a large Greek salad (yum!), napped, and meandered through Target and Trader Joes. What could be better?





As I went along throughout my valiantly relaxing saturday and sunday, I snapped some pics I thought you'd appreciate, especially the ones of the yard this evening. Just makes me want to put on some Johnny Cash and eat chocolate.

random sartre quote i think you might appreciate (i've been trying to finish reading all the books i had started . . . now that i'm unemployed and all)

"les femmes entre elles parlent de leur interieur ou de leurs interieurs"



"women among themselves speak of their intimate circles, be they social or gynecological"

--sartre, troubled sleep

today i watched amelie and decided i would like to live in paris.
it has a texture i want to feel more.

falluponus

It's fall. I mean, really, truly, past-September-21st-fall. Autumn. The air smells crisp, tainted with the merest hint of damp earth. The leaves on the trees in the front yard are turning, see?





Except it was 80 degrees today.

I aim to spend the whole glorious, October day tomorrow in this house, getting things "done"...or as close as I can get them.
Too blown-out tired to put coherent thoughts together...
Time for bed!

good morning. yes, 1:19pm is morning. i think you will agree with me that morning is whenever you have your first cup of coffee.

“Well, slithy means lithe and slimy ... You see it's like a portmanteau—there are two meanings packed up into one word.”
--Humpty Dumpty

luf,
j

Hello

I am sitting in a room at a round table, waiting for people to come to me with their questions about writing. The afternoon is strangely balmy for October. I have homework to do.

There is a fragment of a poem on the wall, which I will write here for you:

Life, you're beautiful
(I say)
you just couldn't get more
fecund,
more befogged
or nightengaley,
more anthillfull
or sproutsprouting.
-symbowka