the kool and the gang video "celebrate" came on this morning. i remember going to a rodeo when we lived in texas. kool and the gang was the musical guest for the night. it helped break up all the calf tying. if i remember correctly, i think they came out in a carriage of some sort. they were circling the arena in the carriage, singing. it all sounds too absurd and surreal to be true. that's how i remember it though. i remember being excited because they were famous. because my mom liked "celebrate" so much.
i just got word that two of my non-fiction essays have been accepted to appear in an anthology. celebration might be in order for me, no? will kool and the gang come? no calf tying allowed at my fete.
spring break officially starts for me today. i want to see the ocean more than anything this spring break. however, it wasn't that long ago that i came back from ny and then i head off to st. louis soon. but i want the water.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
kool
Thursday, February 14, 2008
the art of restraint
this morning, very early, while i was at the store, i saw a balloon bobbing up and down near the magazines. a picture of elvis was emblazoned on said balloon with...wait for it...wait for it...the words "love me tender." it took all that strength i had to not buy it. for myself.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
dear valentine
please have flowers delivered wednesday instead of thursday. you, of course, know i won't be in on thursday.
yours,
delusional
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
so fresh and so clean
Friday, December 14, 2007
sparkly
isn't the new and improved blog tres chic? been updating the website today. she might not be the prettiest, but she was assembled all with straight html code. take that.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
magical
i can't quit writing. i have to remember what this feels like later when i can't string even two words together. i remember when i saw bjork in concert in september, at one point i looked around the theatre and thought to myself "remember this. remember this moment when things get really bad."
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i told my advisor that i was concerned with the subject matter of the thesis, of this full-length thing i am getting closer to finishing. he told me: "good poetry can save anything." i could've swooned. i can think of at least one thing a good poem could have saved.
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i'm writing. i'm writing. writing can feel like i'm slow dancing with a dreamy boy. we're dancing to jill scott.
