my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
8/25/10
heeey hey!
the opening ukulele makes it sound a bit like this other song; i like them both. and who knew mr. patrick monahan was "so gangster...so thug"? well, i guess we've been warned.
Labels:
happy songs,
joy,
music love,
music magic,
patrick monahan,
soul sister,
train
8/7/10
fix you
this is one of those songs that can make you just as happy as it can, melancholic...or maybe click a lighter in the air, and (do the obligatory) sway from side to side.
Labels:
coldplay,
coming in from the cold,
fix you,
music love,
music magic
8/5/10
the centaur
one thing i love about buying old, used books is finding what (hopefully, something) a previous owner has scribbled inside. it's especially sweet when a note is written to the person to whom the book is given.
earlier today, i bought john updike's 1963 novel, the centaur. at the top of its opening page, written in pencil: "across the street under the woven doormat on the right are the remainder of the tokens i had earlier."
earlier today, i bought john updike's 1963 novel, the centaur. at the top of its opening page, written in pencil: "across the street under the woven doormat on the right are the remainder of the tokens i had earlier."
Labels:
books,
john updike,
joy,
just because,
the centaur
8/2/10
"going solo"
the current glimmer train bulletin is out, and along with essays by peter ho davies and others, it features my essay, "going solo." in the piece, i discuss--quite candidly--some of the ups/downs i've experienced since i began writing creatively, as well as some things i'm still learning about trusting the season of waiting. here's a tiny snip:
"In the wake of being thoroughly rejected from each program, and again, with no alternative plan and even less cash than before, I sold all of my things in Florida, bought a one-way ticket to San Francisco, without work or housing awaiting me here. Within two weeks of my arrival, I found paid work and a shared space, and eventually, more ups, downs, and in-betweens than I’d ever thought probable in a one-year period." [click here for the full essay]
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