February 2011
41 posts
January 2011
30 posts
shy armour.
The idea of putting down roots has always confounded me. I seek comfort in the open arms of airport terminals and squirm and shiver restlessly when I’ve been stuck in one place for too long. People speak of home like it is their anchor and their safe haven; the one structure in this cosmic jungle that they can turn to when everything else goes lopsided and they forget which way is up. I say...
“I write because even when the writing isn’t going well, it’s a good...”
– Stanley Dudek
thirteen six twelve.
When I’ve reached the point at which I can no longer put thoughts and feelings into words and release and reprieve seem so far away: this is when I know that I am so incredibly lost and unhinged and that things need to change.
hubris.
So maybe this is not my year.
snowflakes.
Plan for tonight:
1. Dinner with Renee and Lucy.
2. Latest episode of Brothers & Sisters.
3. Catch up with Isadora over piping hot Earl Grey Tea.
4. Check out books for Modern China.
5. Download new popular music in an effort to hype myself up for choreographing for Fusion/Precision.
6. Call with mom.
7. Email Introductory Sociology teacher about crashing her class on Monday.
8. Read...
advice for whales.
PROMISES I SHALL NOW MAKE TO MYSELF WHEN I HEAD BACK TO THE LAND OF SNOW AND ICE AND EVERYTHING NICE AKA WESLEYAN UNIVERSITY MY HOME AWAY FROM HOME WITH WONDERFUL PEOPLE AND FOOD THAT WILL GIVE YOU ARTERIOSCLEROSIS AND CALCIFY YOUR ARTERIES AND MAKE YOU GO UP TWO SIZES AND GIVE YOU BAD ZITS AND MAKE YOU FEEL OMEGA INSECURE ABOUT YOUR EVER EXPANDING WHALE BODY. CAN ANYBODY SAY BLUBBER?
1. Drink...
street cred for astronauts.
I haven’t been sleeping well at all. The lights have been going out at two and yet I am tossing and turning for the next few hours as words and images are birthed and I am faced with the dilemma of saving them for tomorrow’s sunshine or getting out of bed to pen them down because I know that if I don’t they will slip away between the sheets of darkness and I will lose them...
a little bit louder.
Some people do really stupid things on a regular basis and I wish I could tell them what I really think without sounding like a self-righteous judging bitch even though that’s what I probably am at least some of the time.
I’m meeting Junhung in like ten minutes and I can’t wait to see hear talk drink laugh rant because despite everything else and even after all this time, it...