"Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open--shut, together apart, and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one fugue like detail, with perfect pitch, but as for the next few months...I remember only snatches of superficial times..."
"When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be."
"All right you idiot, I scold myself...pull yourself together and live. 'Live:' a command I received explicitly some time ago and try to respect for all the privilege it gives me. Never mind that it often feels like a burden I'd rather stow in an attic with the rash luxury, the true luxury of saving it for some undetermined season in the future..."
~Julia Glass, "Three Junes"
Friday night and I am most definitely not holed up in the library. Most definitely definitely not attempting to write a lit paper on the uses and evidence of the Russian soul within Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. And for sure not attempting to do so while starving and watching the Bachelor on the ABC website.
God. The more things change the more they stay the same.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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"Friday night and I am most definitely not holed up in the library." Good for you! You need to let life guide you not feel pulled by obligation. Although that might just be today talking and the 85 degree sunny October afternoon that involved me fleeing the lab about 3 pm and running (okay taking the T) to the Boston Common for some green space and sun. And now I'm sitting at home drinking a bottle of red wine, eating dark chocolate and watching the red sox. Yay Boston. And I should probably just call you at some point, as opposed to just leaving long posts on your blog...
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