I just saw a professor in slacks and jacket and black leather shoes with groomed facial hair and a furrowed brow with a manila envelope tucked under one arm about the age of 46
riding a
through campus.
He kicked his leg so forcefully, he glided so smoothly
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
St.Clare of Yorktown
A conversation with Clare:
Clare: I think I'm going to hike Mount Everest
Me: Have you been reading Into Thin Air?
Clare: No, I just watched this tv show on it, and I think I can do it.
Me: Clare... Mount Everest is... like... known to be the hardest hike in the world.
Clare: No, it's the tallest mountain in the world, but I don't think it's the hardest. I mean in this show these people weren't even that intense, they just had $40,000. I think later in life I might have $40,000 to hike Mount Everest.
Me: Yea, I mean, I guess you could totally hike Mount Everest.
Clare: Yea. I'll be up there and say, "This is like cross-country skiing....except easier!"
Me: or, "This is just like that time on the treadmill at the gym... except easier!"
Clare: or, "This is just like that time I went to go get the mail... except easier!"
Me: or, "This is just like that time I read that one book about love and loss...except easier!"
So. If you know any good Sherpas, please inform myself and I will pass the information along to Clare
Clare: I think I'm going to hike Mount Everest
Me: Have you been reading Into Thin Air?
Clare: No, I just watched this tv show on it, and I think I can do it.
Me: Clare... Mount Everest is... like... known to be the hardest hike in the world.
Clare: No, it's the tallest mountain in the world, but I don't think it's the hardest. I mean in this show these people weren't even that intense, they just had $40,000. I think later in life I might have $40,000 to hike Mount Everest.
Me: Yea, I mean, I guess you could totally hike Mount Everest.
Clare: Yea. I'll be up there and say, "This is like cross-country skiing....except easier!"
Me: or, "This is just like that time on the treadmill at the gym... except easier!"
Clare: or, "This is just like that time I went to go get the mail... except easier!"
Me: or, "This is just like that time I read that one book about love and loss...except easier!"
So. If you know any good Sherpas, please inform myself and I will pass the information along to Clare
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
What a weekend
This weekend I dropped everything and drove to see my friend Molly in Ithaca.
I have been close friends with Molly for 7 years now.
(7 is actually kind of an inside-joke for us.
Maybe this year will be kind of an inside-joke for us.)
What does Molly mean to me?
-She is the teacher of pretty things in my life. The words Aesthetically Pleasing can sum up everything I've learned from her. For example, this typewriter, which she owns, is extremely aesthetically pleasing.
-She is the dreamer of dreams. Molly has a beautiful imagination. She has a whole estate full of beautiful dreams. Known as the "L-house", which is so much more than a house, or place, but is really a concept and a hope and feeling that lives somewhere between her sternum and 2 scapulas.
-She is a great planner and gift-giver. My two favorite gifts from Molly were a Polaroid camera(a few years before Polaroid film was discontinued)and this book, a companion to The Secret Language of Birthdays. (Birthdays are also kind of an inside joke for us as is the book)
[as you can see, the Polaroids are a primary source in the decoration of my room]
So I went to Ithaca. Because a man named Jon needed a ride to Philly. And I wanted to give it to him. I met Jon because he was playing with Seth Martin as a Mender.
It was a really nice drive with interesting conversation, burritos, and beautiful hospitality via CircleofHope community members in Kensington, Philadelphia. and a stop at this coffeehouse called Leotah's Place.
I really enjoy Ithaca, the view of the mountains and lake Cayuga. And I really enjoy Molly and all her friends. The visit was short, but the time was sweet.
I made it back to Harrisonburg in time for MACRoCK, to see Brooke Waggoner and Timbre
I went to bed around 2am and woke up in the morning to drive to see my sister in Richmond. She and her boyfriend Karl were in town from Chicago where they live. We met my mom and stepdad, Steve, here to have a nice and good dinner.
Driving back Home, I stopped in Charlottesville to visit my new friend, Hunter and drink some rooibos.
It was a full weekend that confirmed the fact that I don't ever get sick of people. I am inherently social. Yet still consider myself to be more introverted at my core.
What are you? An intro or extro?
I have been close friends with Molly for 7 years now.
(7 is actually kind of an inside-joke for us.
Maybe this year will be kind of an inside-joke for us.)
What does Molly mean to me?
-She is the teacher of pretty things in my life. The words Aesthetically Pleasing can sum up everything I've learned from her. For example, this typewriter, which she owns, is extremely aesthetically pleasing.
-She is the dreamer of dreams. Molly has a beautiful imagination. She has a whole estate full of beautiful dreams. Known as the "L-house", which is so much more than a house, or place, but is really a concept and a hope and feeling that lives somewhere between her sternum and 2 scapulas.
-She is a great planner and gift-giver. My two favorite gifts from Molly were a Polaroid camera(a few years before Polaroid film was discontinued)and this book, a companion to The Secret Language of Birthdays. (Birthdays are also kind of an inside joke for us as is the book)
[as you can see, the Polaroids are a primary source in the decoration of my room]
So I went to Ithaca. Because a man named Jon needed a ride to Philly. And I wanted to give it to him. I met Jon because he was playing with Seth Martin as a Mender.
It was a really nice drive with interesting conversation, burritos, and beautiful hospitality via CircleofHope community members in Kensington, Philadelphia. and a stop at this coffeehouse called Leotah's Place.
I really enjoy Ithaca, the view of the mountains and lake Cayuga. And I really enjoy Molly and all her friends. The visit was short, but the time was sweet.
I made it back to Harrisonburg in time for MACRoCK, to see Brooke Waggoner and Timbre
I went to bed around 2am and woke up in the morning to drive to see my sister in Richmond. She and her boyfriend Karl were in town from Chicago where they live. We met my mom and stepdad, Steve, here to have a nice and good dinner.
Driving back Home, I stopped in Charlottesville to visit my new friend, Hunter and drink some rooibos.
It was a full weekend that confirmed the fact that I don't ever get sick of people. I am inherently social. Yet still consider myself to be more introverted at my core.
What are you? An intro or extro?
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