September 2010
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“Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side...”
– “The Author to Her Book” by Anne Bradstreet
I don’t go to concerts very often, perhaps in part because I have very confusing feelings about them. I love being on the floor, standing with the people who are into the music and dancing around, rather than being in the balcony or in seats where the most expressive might sway back and forth a bit during the good songs. But at the same time, as I was reminded on Sunday night, I am really...
With the start of fall I tend to become a bit preoccupied with clothing. I buy new shoes and shirts and sweaters and spend a lot of time looking for the perfect pair of boots and try new silhouettes (high-waisted skirts are the latest) and plan the next day’s outfit while trying to fall asleep. This obsession will fade away as the weather gets colder and I run out of ideas, to return only in fits...
“When you describe an experience, what you are recounting is your memory of the...”
– December 17 from This All Happened by Michael Winter
In the quiet of summer classes I’d forgotten just how aggravating I find the autumnal student body. Once it gets cold enough I’m too miserable in my wrappings against the wind to care about the embarrassing antics and opinions of mid-formation adults, but in the fall these kids are loud, obnoxious, and unnecessarily rapturous, making noise and creating emotions over things that deserve...
From whence came these chemicals telling my brain to interpret every question and task as a personal affront to my heaven-born right to a quiet post-long-weekend Tuesday? Usually I refrain from sulkiness; often I am human enough to have patience and understanding and a glimmer of perspective. But today petty resistance surged onward, badly hidden, but finally defeated with a pint and a half of...
“One may hear the most private affairs of other people, but only in a spirit of...”
– From Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence
“Grace thought to herself how different all this was going to look in a few...”
– From The Blessing by Nancy Mitford
The last month has been more reading-heavy than I can remember experiencing in several years. Even during school (especially during school) I don’t churn through them as fast as I have done over the last few weeks. I haven’t updated my reading list in months after falling behind in a rough time, and now there is a tall stack of books on the cabinet behind my desk that need to be added...
