- i have been rescued and have left new york.
- we be farm-bound this afternoon.
- happy holidays.
because outside seems a bit scary today.fire in the fireplace and everything.maybe i will venture out to the yarn store later this afternoon.
i can't stop laughing.blame it on my ancestry.and too many holiday parties over the last eight days.
apparently i am pennsylanadian.so i went to the advertising slogan generator and typed "pennsylanadian" into the box.it spat out "There's More than One Way to Eat a Pennsylanadian."eeek. so i pressed the little "sloganize" button again.it returned "Better Ingredients, Better Pennsylanadian."terriculaments, surely.
precipitation, of the packing variety.
we have snow.
last week, i:
- finished my 15 pages.
- put together the bones of my thesis manuscript.
- allowed my photo teacher to abscond with two of my dearest ones for yet-unknown purposes.
- drank champagne and listened to johnny cash (in celebration of the above).
spent the weekend in pennsylvania:
- narnia with the family (cheese, cheese. brother #2 and i chortled quite a bit. decided not to re-watch the beloved cartoon of our childhood. sighed.)
- christmas tree felling.
for the last: we were snow-trudging superhumans. but in the end, success!--the weirdest tree ever. it has a little fro where it should, aesthetically, taper into a pleasant star-ready summit. we need naming help. thus far, we've got carrot-top [mr. a., meet carrot-top]. suggestions?
thanksgiving was swell. while in pennsylvania i ate four different kinds of meat and helped my mother make 20 dozen pecan tarts.
since i have last seen you, i have watched:
- the life aquatic with steve zissou (again).
- some football.
- walk the line.
yesterday i attended a lovely frequency reading featuring carey mchugh, tom hummel, oni buchanan, and someone whose name i've forgotten. other readings attended since i last wrote: the academy of american poets chancellors' reading and the poetry society of america's chapbook winners reading (hoorah especially to cecily parks).
tonight i cooked. ingested:
- white wine.
- braised brussel sprouts.
- pasta with shrimp.
oni buchanan is also a classical pianist. while ingesting above items, her cd portraits, pictures & prints for piano was enjoyed. i hummed along to mussorgsky's pictures at an exhibition and remembered viewing his gravesite in russia.
if i am sporadic for a time, it is because i am struggling with a 15-pager on the topic of christian bök and the oulipo influence.