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assorted thoughts
there is a tibetan monastery not far from here, and frequently we'll see the monks on campus, teaching, or leading services, but most often just wandering around, wearing their crimson robes and shaved heads with looks of amused and compassionate tolerance for all the rest of us.
i saw one today, with what appeared to be his family, a man, a woman and their little girl with poker straight black hair, and a see through plastic backpack that i kinda wanted for myself. the monk had very sticky-out-ears and a wrinkled face...
and he was looking at his niece (at least i assumed it was his niece) with very interesting eyes...
i don't know why this stuck me exactly, but it did.
i've handed in all my work for this week. still got financial stuff to take care of for my trip to Europe (why all this paperwork bullshit can never be simple is beyond my understanding) and my parents are stopping by at some point this evening for dinner and what not. i wish i wasn't so tired.
i slept for about six hours last night (longer than i should have) and had the oddest dreams about being published, and winning some scholarly prize for writing. and then we were somehow standing in front of Goldwyn Smith Hall, and my adopted aunt and her husband had come to collect me and take me home, and then all of ithaca began dancing a collective jig, complete with music and maypoles. twas weird.
i like writing down and remembering my dreams, and i know that some poet once wrote an entire book of poetry based on actual dreams that she had, but i can't imagine how she could have done that. it seems impossible for me to describe mine without a lengthy series of "and thens", not the best literary construction, if you get my drift.
it's a beautiful day today, tee shirt weather even. i saw a few patches of blue this morning, but now cloud cover seems to have taken over. i'd be sad, but it will be good for the flowers. i can't wait for spring to burst into bloom. allergies be damned!
i saw one today, with what appeared to be his family, a man, a woman and their little girl with poker straight black hair, and a see through plastic backpack that i kinda wanted for myself. the monk had very sticky-out-ears and a wrinkled face...
and he was looking at his niece (at least i assumed it was his niece) with very interesting eyes...
i don't know why this stuck me exactly, but it did.
i've handed in all my work for this week. still got financial stuff to take care of for my trip to Europe (why all this paperwork bullshit can never be simple is beyond my understanding) and my parents are stopping by at some point this evening for dinner and what not. i wish i wasn't so tired.
i slept for about six hours last night (longer than i should have) and had the oddest dreams about being published, and winning some scholarly prize for writing. and then we were somehow standing in front of Goldwyn Smith Hall, and my adopted aunt and her husband had come to collect me and take me home, and then all of ithaca began dancing a collective jig, complete with music and maypoles. twas weird.
i like writing down and remembering my dreams, and i know that some poet once wrote an entire book of poetry based on actual dreams that she had, but i can't imagine how she could have done that. it seems impossible for me to describe mine without a lengthy series of "and thens", not the best literary construction, if you get my drift.
it's a beautiful day today, tee shirt weather even. i saw a few patches of blue this morning, but now cloud cover seems to have taken over. i'd be sad, but it will be good for the flowers. i can't wait for spring to burst into bloom. allergies be damned!