October 31, 2012

(Rosheger for Derek Murdock).

October 29, 2012

Hurricane Sandy has confined New York (and myself) to our respective homes. The streets of Brooklyn Heights grew eerily empty after 7pm, when we had all finished scouring the video and alcohol stores (and maybe Trader Joe's too). I'm enjoying the forced hibernation with a stack of The New Yorker, good movies, tea, and letter writing. Now I can only pray that tomorrow's classes (and Wednesday's?) are cancelled too. In the meantime, Nutella pancakes!

October 28, 2012

October 26, 2012

October 21, 2012

Second stanza.
The girl down the street whom I've called
"sentimental doglady" goes out, two and a half weeks after,
knocks on every door of a housing development,
locates word of a thin, tick-crusted
something, wandering the area, stays and waits
with her husband, and there's the dog!
By God, I change my tune
about crying and giving up hope.

Coleman Barks, from "Orange Circles on Lavender Wings"

October 18, 2012

"You do not want to leave too do you?"
Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go?"

John 6:67-68

October 16, 2012

October 11, 2012


Sometimes I don't mind at all, and sometimes head against the wall.

A.A. Bondy

October 8, 2012

This afternoon found Meredith and I, cappuccino's in hand, coming home to Brooklyn from Chelsea after an impromptu viewing of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I first read the book in my junior year of high school, and can confidently say that in many ways it changed my life. I started crying in the opening credits! Weeping! If you haven't seen it yet, do so. It stays true to the book, while exploring film medium to tell the story in a fresh way. 

(One more day of break before it is time to hit the books again).

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

October 7, 2012

October 5, 2012

Fall Break is here and with it, a 5 day weekend from class and responsibility of any sort.
My only plans are loosely held, and easy. I'm going to teach myself how to bake a pumpkin pie, wander a museum or two, finish reading Vanity Fair, and take long naps next to the open windows.

I made a new friend this semester. (Momma would be proud)! We spent all afternoon in her gorgeous Wall Street apartment eating goat cheese and blueberries, drinking home-made hot chocolate, and sighing over Moulin Rouge. 

It is well with my soul.
Wherever you are, I hope it is well with yours too.

October 3, 2012

October 2, 2012

The Way You Talk With Your Hands.

Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you?'
No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.

F. Scott Fitzgerald