dare I declare this morning's love turned evening deep

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mousapelli got me a Stuffy Puppy V-Gift! THANK YOU MOUSI! ♥♥♥♥

Drizzly rainy day. Going to bake bread in a bit, I think, and try to compose a poem about why I can’t stand Dr. Seuss.

Let's do this post old-school, where a bunch of stuff happens and I do a diary-style entry!



Wednesday, March 31, 2010

At The Minionship, I got to make dummy books today, which was a change. Snagged an ARC of Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev that somebody left in the give-away pile. MINE! What's not to love about a book full of Shakespeare and pie? DELICIOUS.

Came home in a downpour, did more epic baking. Nom nom bread. Must look for some new recipes--getting rather tired of this one failing to live up to West Coast standards.


Saturday, April 3, 2010

Poetry is exhausting.

Went back through a bunch of old LJ entries looking for German poetry stuff. This journal was a much more entertaining place when I lived the carefree, glamorous life of a minion in New York, where apparently all I did was read books and wander through street fairs drinking my weight in bubble tea.

This is reminding me that perhaps the things I thought I remembered being unbearable about New York were just left over from LA. At least some of them. Perhaps, if I had to, I could bear it again.


Sunday, April 4, 2010

Well. That was unexpected. Through a series of unlikely events too long to detail here, I wound up sitting in a lobby occasionally directing people to an open house. Get paid to sit around and do my homework? HECK YES.

I took the T downtown to get shoes at H&M (madhouse as usual, ended up with upholstered flats that I suspect would be cuter without the pink trim, but whatever). Walked back homeward amid early throngs of Red Sox fans and got blackberry-peach frozen yogurt at Ankara to celebrate.

Did not do my laundry.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Yesterday I high-tailed it over to the Sommerville Theatre after The Minionship to see Alice in Wonderland. Which I enjoyed, even if there didn’t seem to be much point to it and after a while I stopped trying to decide how many things were stolen from/homage to the Lord of the Rings movies. The whole Jabberwocky-slaying bit was so very Eowyn-and-Witch-king-of-Angmar, you know? Kind of like if Eowyn borrowed Elizabeth I’s armor from The Golden Age and Lyra’s fierce furry ride from The Golden Compass and went badassing forth through the ruins. Speaking of Elizabeths, the Red Queen seemed very Elizabeth I to me too. With the wig and obsession with political philosophy, and all. Elizabeth I vs Mary Queen of Scots AU? Maybe Elizabeth vs. Victoria? Hell if I know. *shrug* It’s Tim Burton, I don’t expect it to make sense.

Today was Launch, and everyone trooped off to their meeting while I started the epic catalog mailing. Truth be told, I felt rather like Cinderella.

Sigh.

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Apparently April is Poetry Month? So I guess I’d better keep posting poems, then. Here, have a dark rainy day poem I’m thinking of putting in my anthology project:

Like wolf--and black bull or goblin hound,
Or come in guise of spirit
With wings and long wet waving hair
And at the fire its locks will dry,
Which will be a certain sign
That one beneath the roof must die
Before the year’s decline
Forget not now what I have said,
Sit there till we return.
The hearth is hot—watch well the bread
Lest haply it may burn.

(by Charlotte Brontë, found in Victorian Women Poets, ed. Angela Leighton & Margaret Reynolds. Oxford, UK: Blackwell, 1995. p. 161)

I’d better go get started on that bread, then. And keep a close eye on it.