well in any case thrilled to once again be at my undergrad at night with nothing to do and nobody I can call up crying a little bit outside the dorms. just like old times!
seeing some of my undergrad professors after 4 years...can I just say about the part in time regained where marcel goes to the party and thinks at first that everyone's in old age costume. can I say from the bottom of my heart. jesus fucking christ
having a blast on my 8 hr amtrak ride right now and especially the experience of going to get a coffee from the cafe car. but it must be said I would be having a way better experience if I wasn't trying to finish drafting a "mock job talk" that I am hurtling east to deliver
There was an end to hearts and rhymes,
The old occasion rushed on past.
Now? Unruled pages, and the vast
Spaces of our unsinging times
Within which these still measured lines
Shall wander yet, slowly to mark
A journey through a kind of dark
In which a distance faintly shines.
john hollander, "valentine's day has come and gone" in in time & place, 1986
last may I read tale of genji and this may I need another massive novel to sandblast my brain once I'm done with all of my tasks for the semester. what should it be. should it be ulysses
from issey miyake: photographs by irving penn, 1988
13, 14 Ensemble made of creased kamiko, a type of tesuki washi (a handmade Japanese paper). Skirt and shirt are kamiko only; cape, hat, and belt are wool-bonded and -fringed. Leather boots with kamiko tops. Autumn/Winter 1982.