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Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
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2:56 pm
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"The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing after another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone like ghosts at cock-crow."
- G.M.Trevelyan, "Autobiography of an historian"
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| Friday, February 16th, 2007
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12:13 pm
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| Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
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9:58 am - update
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french-bread toast and confiture, brie; "english breakfast" tea, with milk and sugar; american "cinnamon toast crunch" cereal, with warm rice-milk. chopin. there is someone in mexico. my dreams & oscar wilde are present in recent memory. ce n'est pas éclaircissement; c'est juste ce vie au présent.
the hotel table is dusty and marked by crumbles of dinner and dinner past. there is a solitary fork. this house must be of craftsman style, or something near it, since there are so many windows. philip johnson's new caanan home was all glass window as walls; we have horizontal and vertical and slatted-windows, as many panes as are a pain to count. that being said, when it decides to shine, the sun rises a second time in my room-- over the horizon of my elevated windows. light-shadows, those brighter diamonds of yellow and dustyred formed by sun angling through the thick panes, trace down the wall and wake me. normally i resist, and hoist bluestripes of comforter back over me.
some regular information --classes.
-International Politics
-Intermediate Microeconomics
-Poetic Influence
-Literary Cosmopolitanism in Britain
-(Chorale)
-"Over There" -- IDSC course, with a journalist from Berlin.
And: I'm applying for a Fulbright research scholarship to study urban design in Berlin, 1989-present.
Everyone, be well.
current music: sigur ros
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| Thursday, August 10th, 2006
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3:59 pm
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death is an event. after it is nothingness -- not the experience of nothingness, but nothingness... which you could say is here all along, like a layer underneath us, a mantle under our lifecrust. i struggle to comprehend this nothing, this afterdeath, but i cannot, because it is not seeing, it is not hearing, it is not beating, it is nonpattern. i suppose this is all clear to all of you, but this afternoon i feel as though a string of knowing (or knowledge of not knowing) has been gently plucked. here's to reverberations.
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| Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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8:37 pm
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| Friday, July 7th, 2006
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11:39 am - iced coffee, blues, and math
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is this not the phrase of the summer. i've finally found myself a niche -- physically, in dan's room, at this desk, at this computer, under this very large english flag (god bless their national team's weary souls), the expanse of medford and revere in the distance at my foottips when i sleep, and season three of the west wing not six inches from my typing hands. there are more things to say about this upstairs corner room (it is large, reasonably clean but littered with books), but i won't say them now. i'll say them now: fourth floor, three fans, two bureaus, and a sharp-edged incline around me (which is to say it's an attic loft-room, and to reach my bookshelf i must duck down lest i bump myself).
as many of you have noticed, i haven't written much in a while. for some reason, as much as i say i love to write, i don't do enough of it. so here i am. you may expect more from me; i may or may not meet those expectations.
math class has begun with algebra and matrices. i enjoy these subjects, and the class, so far. we'll see where i am by august tenth, the final exam. unfortunately, research has momentarily bumped up against a (loft) wall.
that's about it for now. message me or comment if you have any questions or, well, comments.
current mood:  hello
current music: fool's paradise, sam cooke
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| Saturday, July 1st, 2006
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11:43 am - thievery
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In Medford, watching World cup soccer (England v. Portugal) with Ned, Red Stripe Jamaican Lager on the table, no score yet. Beautiful day outside. Lunch in Harvard Sq in a bit. Futureheads tonight. Good weekend so far.
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| Friday, June 30th, 2006
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1:01 am
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| Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
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2:16 am - bandwagon wandbagon
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Step 1: Put your iPod or whatever on random. Step 2: Post the first line from the first 12 (it's more manageable!) songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING and i will HATE YOU FOREVER if you DO
1. Oh yeah. All right; Somebody's hiney is crowding my icebox. MEG - 'SAY IT AIN'T SO', WEEZER
2. Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf comes stepping along.
3. She likes rainy days, they bring the colours out on the steeple sides to the west of town.
4. Caroline, she says I am the one...
5. Healers, dealers, skinflick traders, save my skin for later or else you won’t get free...
6. I'd really like to have it, but you know we shouldn't order, not that I'm a moral man...
7. The Divine Comedy's "Casanova", a collection of songs for bass, baritone and ensemble...
8. You've gotta roll with it, you've gotta take your time, you've gotta say what you say don't let anybody get in your way. LIZ - 'ROLL WITH IT', OASIS
9. It's a godawful small affair, to the girl with mousey hair. But her mummy is yelling No and her daddy has told her to go.
10. Why do I keep forgetting my name? Maybe it's something I ate.
11. From the ice age to the dole age, there is but one concern I have just discovered. AMY - 'SOME GIRLS ARE BIGGER THAN OTHERS', THE SMITHS
12. I was walking by the river, I was asking myself questions, but the answers I came up with didn’t fit.
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| Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
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12:22 pm
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maybe it's the music i'm listening to (the brunettes), but there's something that finally Feels like spring. could be the wispy blue sky, could be the clementines, the fresh chilly air i feel at my side, too.
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| Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
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7:39 pm - from my journal
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standing at the top of the hill, i am higher than the library, i can see the wood stairshaft covers of the new campus, suffolk terrace, the bare trees and the broad.
to where do the clouds insist on going so fast? i'd never really looked deeply into them before. the bottom layer, the grey paint blobs, the wispy clouds, move the fastest, morphing and disappearing before my eyes; pink metallic gold hues fill the patches between blue evening sky beyond.
i listen to 'inside of love' again, its slow insistence lets me turn to face the wind and the residences, where i can see people silhouetted against the dull orange light of their bedrooms. i can see the faces of students in kitchens.
i turn towards the wind, and briefly think of the god i asked to bring more waves upon the boston whaler off bar harbor in the early 1990s, also the wind that supported me on the beehive last summer.
i dig my hands out of my pockets and they are bitter cold at my sides. the wind strikes them faster, until i extend my arms farther out to catch the growing gusts. i float and try and fall against the wind. i turn and the sky has grown clearer. the wind bubbles against my back and i run down the hill towards warmth and writing.
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| Thursday, March 9th, 2006
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5:21 pm
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believe it or not, i was readying a post where i actually said something, "wrote in my journal" and the like. and, of course, how Perfect, the computer ate it. safari froze. what i was trying to say wasn't heretical, it was truthful, so perhaps no one stole it from me. perhaps something just happened at an inopportune time. edit: turns out it did post. but i'm happier with this one, so the old one has unfortunately met its maker (me).
i wrote that i am having a wonderful time here. perhaps "wonderful" wasn't the best word. i have moments of extreme happiness, and moments of extreme stress. in that last state i am not myself. i spend seven hours at the national gallery observing and learning about art. i happen upon mozart concerts at st-martin-in-the-fields. the sky here is thought-provoking; sometimes it appears to hurry off, as if it has somewhere else to be, and sometimes it lingers over the evening sun, as if it knew it were a canvas full of color with hazy gold light as its frame.
i also included an online survey about "what country are you" that others have been posting. in retrospect, in this new chance, i realize i don't need the colorful picture. i came up as the united kingdom.
i also included two rough poems, one of which i edited again before i pasted it here. so here they are, and with them i depart.
1.
Westminster
the tube sways like a lush—
like one I cannot write clearly:
I sit alone amongst others,
restricted by where I sit.
yet a child laughs – it’s his birthday
and he thinks I’m asleep.
—“how old are you?”
the child raises three fingers to a stranger.
2.
silence in the cathedral close
close to
silence in the
labyrinth—
one
worn by others’
shoes.
yet
cloistered words
thunder—
we write,
scribble,
rather,
inspired
by our age,
the sky, the visible
end.
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| Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
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2:13 am - i'm a "genius"
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| Tuesday, February 28th, 2006
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9:24 am - snow
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it's february 28th and it's snowing out! there's already about an inch on the ground. happy pancake day ...
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| Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
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6:47 pm - Johari window
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| Sunday, February 5th, 2006
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7:27 pm - tesco rides again
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tesco vegetable curry is surprisingly good. probably the best £1 i've spent in a while.
cheers!
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| Wednesday, February 1st, 2006
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1:32 am
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| Wednesday, January 11th, 2006
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4:38 pm
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arrived. accomodating, recovering, it's dark! my first day/night in the uk in a long while. norwich begs to be explored.
deborah, i can't seem to send to your vassar email. any ideas why not? i'll try to get in direct communication with you as soon as i can. and you, wendy! best wishes to all.
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| Sunday, January 1st, 2006
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6:42 pm - happy 2006
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with little doubts, the best new years evening and night ever.
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| Thursday, December 15th, 2005
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10:22 pm - Birthday present
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