Jul
30
So I think I have a little crush on Junot Diaz. (Possible signs you’re a little dorky: infatuation based on words.)
(Brief note of frustration: I started this book Friday night and only just finished it this evening. Where has my focus gone? Towards the end of spring semester there was a night where [...]
Jul
27
More on books.
July 27, 2008 | 3 Comments
So I’ve been cleaning and rearranging and going through lots of books, which has unearthed some I should have thought of before but hadn’t. So here’s another list of links, this time with a little bit of commentary.
Barry Hughart, Bridge of Birds
Barry Hughart, Eight Skilled Gentlemen
He wrote a third, The Story of the Stone, which [...]
Jul
25
Back in MD.
July 25, 2008 | 6 Comments
I’m home now, for a given value of “home,” at least, which means I’m cleaning my butt off. The process of packing makes it clear to me how much stuff I have accumulated, clear in a way it’s not when I’m living spread out. Partially because things aren’t so compressed, partially because I’m [...]
Jul
23
Music?
July 23, 2008 | 2 Comments
Because I’m feeling nerdy and Milton-y, I’ve put up a muxtape sort of based on class, I guess. It’s here, and for posterity, here is the track listing:
01. Elbow - Weather to Fly
02. The National - The Geese of Beverly Road
03. Amy Annelle - Will Try
04. Wintersleep - Jaws of [...]
Jul
21
Foreshadowings, etc.
July 21, 2008 | 2 Comments
So today’s talk of typology was hugely interesting and now I sort of feel like I should go read the Bible through a couple times and try and catch some of this stuff myself. But seeing as I am, like everyone else I think, being swallowed up by a paper at the moment, that doesn’t [...]
Jul
20
Papers?
July 20, 2008 | 6 Comments
Hey everyone… how’s your paper going? Anyone have any worries/concerns/excitement they need to share?
And er, does anyone know the correct way to cite a quotation from Paradise Lost? I’m slightly unsure…
Jul
18
“Hidden”
July 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment
Hidden
If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.
If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.
No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.
Naomi Shihab Nye
Fuel
Jul
18
“You Decide To Bring Her Flowers”
July 18, 2008 | 1 Comment
You Decide To Bring Her Flowers
You decide to bring her flowers even though it’s
your first date and you’re scared you’re coming
on too strong and you don’t even know if it’s a
date-date or just a date but you decide to bring
her flowers even though you think maybe she just
wants a new friend though you remind yourself
she’s [...]
Jul
15
More book eight.
July 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment
I have to start by saying: Madeline, thank you so much for the beautiful flowers and the note, it has made my week, month, possibly my summer. They smell amazing and they’re the nicest thing on my messy desk. Thank you so much. :]
So, I hope my presentation wasn’t too frenetic. I [...]
Jul
15
Book eiiiiiight!
July 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment
Gearing up for presentation; checking stuff over, making sure I’m not putting my foot in my mouth, etc.
If there’s a moment of enfolded sublimity for my presentation, it’s definitely “sweet reluctant amorous delay.” But more about that later. Hopefully. For no reason, here is a poem–
“To Me He Seems Like a God”
Sappho (610-580BC)
To me [...]