Un-Work

What used to be a blanket that turned out unbearably ugly (blame the color variations),

is now a tangle-pile (actually, now balled and stashed), ready for a new life.

= 5 skeins of Cascade 220 Superwash.

scraped my elbow.

“There Ajax slipped in his running, for Athena unbalanced him”
– Iliad XXIII, 774

Mango Bread

cinnamon, ginger, curry.

Tuesday.

“Carolina has the happiest students in the nation,” I heard a tour guide say to his group.

I mean. Who could argue?

Aereopagitica

I feel like I ought to read some Marx (and which other moderns?), just to see if I can resist the arguments.

mugs in their natural habitat: part 2

the second from Becca: covetably, from the anthropologie store

so beautiful, in fact, that I haven’t washed it in a week (read: continuous use, it’s a sign of love, right?)

C is for Caroline.

to read over christmas break

1. Christa Wolf

2. Virginia Woolf

3. Thomas Wolfe

4. The Orestia.

this convergence of last names is inexplicable, even to myself.

truly horrifying things in the world:

the sound of Babe Ruth’s voice – like someone “gargling ashes,” they say, and I agree.

although, it would get sort of cold.

Reasons why I wouldn’t mind being a deer:

1) Living in nice, wooded neighborhoods

2) Rather in, this year, indiely woodland-themed.

3) Watching people on their bikes

4) Antlers.

I’ve had this moment about 5 times a day for the past week:

“Holy Shit.

Barack Obama is going to be the President.

Wow.”