I had no idea. It's oddly comforting to find these daily rambles online. I guess it feels a little like being near someone when you can't be near them really.
In other news: last night I dreamt that I was responsible for feeding all these small animals - like mice, sure, but also miniature horses and pigs, and dogs (only the small breeds). I fed them miniature vegetables - like cherry tomatoes, sure, but also very small bell peppers. Only it was clear all these animals were starving. And I didn't have enough of the tiny veg to go around. It was awful. At one point, a beagle grabbed (with his mouth) a fistful of tiny green bell peppers out of my hand. It sort of hurt.
Then this morning, M sang the whole Fat Albert song while we were drinking tea.
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Very small bell peppers...like, how small?
CMU has a blog???
I cannot focus today. I need to build my 'web of knowledge' but have very little energy to build. Plus, my horoscope said I needed to take it easy and rest otherwise I would get sick. How can I fight astrology?
well, sara. I can also tell you, although I have not the authority of the stars, that you need a break.
d, i love that dream, although it is a big miniature responsibility to care for everything.
why does it post under ministiry of sorrow?
the weird thing to me about that blog is that I've been keeping it since... eh... 2003? I look back and read and it's like a stranger doing a funny dance for me.
d, I think of your dream and the lilliputians & also alice who shrinks and grows with food. I wonder about the distortion of scale, like you are too big for the world of your dream, and that even the little animals are somehow dissatisfied. but you try to care for them regardless, give them food that fits their size. I like thinking about nourishment and scale, at least metaphorically, if not actually literally.
s, get some rest!! naps are good for the soul & silk-spinning mind. also making noah take you to yummy food. also tea and walks.
Very small bell pappers = small like strawberries that grow in your backyard.
And yes, Sara, take a break and lots of naps. The web is there. You'll be amazed when you start to answer how you know so much stuff!
But don't worry, you'll forget a lot of it by this time next year. You have to so that there's still open space in your brains.
In southeastern Minnesota, it is nearly impossible, or at least it was for my dad, to grow bell peppers. Try as he might, the few peppers that did form on the spindly plants never got bigger than, you guessed it, a large strawberry--larger probably than the strawberry-sized ones in your dream, but still the strawberry comparison! I like CMU's interpretation, though.
I had an out of body/do I exist? moment today when compiling notes for my Beckett exam. I was looking through Kenner's critical study and thinking a) where the fuck are my notes for this fucking book and b) wow, whoever owned this book before I did took some good notes and underlined some good key points. Then I realized that it was me. creepy! I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.
d--did that recipe turn out okay? I made it again last night and I liked it better with the wilty arugula, but more of it, and less pasta and also more rosemary and a cucumber salad (but, a non-Marty-friendly-one because there's dill. My friend Dan, who made up that recipe also has another good pasta recipe with walnuts, but I don't remember what else. It's good for fall--remind me and I'll send it your way.
p.s. sorry for the cursing earlier.
Yes. It was very yummy. Yeah, I'll add more arugula next time too. Send the walnut one! Or post it. Oooo we could post recipes. And guess what!? Marty won't eat cucumbers either (either to dill).
Post recipes!
this is neither here nor there but miss danielle I thought you'd get a kick out of the fact that I'm teaching Quinn Theis' mom in my lighthouse poetry workshop. how crazy is that?
it's her first poetry workshop and she's already one of the better writers.
I never thought this stuff could be genetic, maybe anti-genetic, but now I have to reconsider.
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