December 2009
11 posts
“Allie: My future husband will have an eccentric name (Othello? Horatio?), be...”
– Mad to Live: today’s conclusions
I felt it was necessary to re-blog this precisely three minutes after Allie posted it (except not all in capital letters…that would be tumblr’s funky business) because we both independently reached the same conclusion after talking to my friend...
animal, vegetable, mineral
With a spacious Christmas break ahead, I went to the library a few weeks ago and checked out a monstrous stack of books (side-note: I love Davidson for many reasons, but especially because I can walk into the library and Beverly the Librarian shouts out in a hushed-librarian kind of way: ”HOW WAS THE WEDDING??”). Carson McCullers, Anne Lamott, Junot Diaz and Annie Dilliard have been my...
I turned the key in the lock this morning and almost at once, it all came back to me—the year of the coffeeshop. Early mornings, still dark outside, the light shifting through the paper snowflakes that hang from the ceiling, Christmas music reverberating to the chess table and farthest booth and back again. Get the newspaper, balance the register, brew the coffee, pull the string so that...
"isn't butter a divinity?"
More than anything, Christmas Eve makes me miss my sisters (and musical marathons and cuddling and late-night candlelight services at St. Alban’s). Having married sisters certainly isn’t an end-all, but it does change things and leave me home, in the dust behind those sacraments. Partly in response to this, and partly because Christmas wouldn’t be complete without a little Teddy...
speaking of jack and flannel...
He could give Don Draper a run for his money, I guess.
I took Rosa to the Summit today. Sitting on the ugly orange couch upstairs—the one in front of the exposed brick wall and Mellow Mushroom/beans glued on paper plate kind of artwork— has become a rite of passage for any visitor that I have responsibility of, an induction to an enviroment that is shapelessly and seamlessly a part of me. I return to it, not just because I...
and now, I'm going to bed
…But in case you were wondering, it was good. Very. Picture this church covered with snow and my beautiful sister and everything translated between Spanish and English, and you get a pretty good idea of how it was.
First, can we all just sit around and talk about what an amazing writer Allie is?
Second, I’m taking final exams tommorrow in Economics and Spanish, possibly the two very things I’m worst at in the world (excepting cartwheels and managing copying machines—but those are a given). I think the three songs I’ve been most obsessed with this week are somehow indicative of what...
