I Heart New York
Took a lovely trip down to NYC this weekend to visit my old college roommates and escape Binghamton. I saw some of my freshman year roommates, on their 10th anniversary of graduating college. We visited Fordham at Lincoln Center, strolled Broadway, cruised through Brooklyn, ate our weight in Guacamole at Rosa Mexicana, and played the “remember what used to be here?” game from 60th street all the way up to Columbia. Then I drove home and found a beautiful rainbow in Franklin. It was a really nice weekend.
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I had a good day today. Woke up at 9am (thanks Dad!) to the phone ringer, which was on because I was on call until 3pm. Putzed around the house in my pajamas until 2pm, reconciling two years of neglected filing, and listening to the phenomenal WEQX on my computer; the perfect mix of rock and alternative. WEQX is a radio station out of Albany, NY, that we usually listen to on trips up to Vermont, and it streams online. I recommend it.
Then I got dressed and met my friend Stacey for lunch at the Lost Dog Cafe. Then I went home and walked 7 miles with the pup. Then I got showered up and ready for the day by about 6pm.
The day turned tragic while I was rocking out at my desk with the back door open, so the pup could chillax and keep an eye on the neighborhood. The biggest moth of my life flew in the door, flapping around like a bat-sized menace. I screamed like a small girl and ran out of the room, slamming the doors behind me. As I watched from the kitchen, I couldn’t be sure if it was a moth or a hummingbird that was terrorizing my sunroom. I grabbed a cardboard tube and proceeded to hit the moth THREE times before it fell to the ground. As I searched for the body of MothBatBird, I found a partially broken body that still moved when I got close to it. I again screamed like a small girl, and got a cup from the kitchen with which to trap the mutant. Threw the radioactive freak outside on the deck and when I checked a few minutes later, it was no longer there. Homeboy knows where I live, so please check on me if I don’t blog for a few days.
Anyway, then I went back to the filing and cleaning until my beau paid me a visit after work. All in all: highly satisfactory.
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Let’s lighten the mood in here. This picture of my niece getting ready for a Mother’s Day brunch is probably the cutest thing ever, even cuter than baby goats. (Taken by Tessa J of course!)
I found this poem when I was cleaning out my filing cabinet today. I don’t really remember when I wrote this, but I guess I was feeling sort of miserable. It’s written like a conversation, but I couldn’t format it that way. This is mostly for my own records, because I don’t think I have an electronic copy. I was really into Haiku’s in college.
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what is to be done
when all the magnets in the
self pull toward flight?
the body cannot.
the body must not for fear:
whorling atoms tear!
when the ordered acts
are no longer relevant:
meetings, tests, and talks.
the singular force
of tortured structure allows
no qualm, no longing.
it is based upon
a screaming under the skin:
escape! escape now!
itching entropy
will tease the skin, promise love
though chaos is glue.
run while you still can!
run fast while your legs are strong!
worry not of me!
you may leave and run,
may even escape the past.
the love will hold you.
i’ll wait while you go.
set out to chart the stark coast,
it wants to be known.
it waits while you go,
while you try to find a way
to deny its hold.
only to witness,
if only to breathe with them
the airs of freedom.
you may witness it,
if only to believe in
the airs of freedom.
i’ll wait while you find
how you got here in the start:
what holds you to this?
i will try to wait
but i’m here: i am the start
and also the end.
what trusts are shared there?
the few holding conference
are not the living.
the sole holding trust
is the soul of life: alive,
though life knows no form.
the few holding court
are here due to sacrifice.
what will you give up?
the sole in this life
is here due to sacrifice:
it has given all.
will you forsake me?
self: do not interfere.
trust i will return.
forsaken hope, life.
self: do not believe in love.
trust in love’s mirage.
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one of my favorite poems, the couple had it read during their wedding.
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings
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Wedding 1 of 2 completed. Final bobby pin count: 43 for me, 83 for the bride! She was beautiful and they are happy and the world welcomes another couple committed to each other and their family. Congratulations Andrea and Tom!
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This page via Dooce.com made me think about the most beautiful and romantic songs and lyrics I know. I like this one: The XX, Islands.
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I am yours now/so now I don’t ever have to leave
I’ve been found out/so now I’ll never explore
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What are your favorites?
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Happy 7th Birthday to my handsome, smart, and kind nephew Lex! I am sad to be missing your party this weekend, but I am hoping some family will pass along my hugs and kisses to you!
