Thursday

                                                                          III
                                      Buffalo Bill's
                                      defunct
                                                   who used to
                                                   ride a watersmooth-silver
                                                                                           stallion
                                      and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
                                                                                                                      Jesus
             
                                     he was a handsome man
                                                                          and what i want to know is
                                      how do you like your blueeyed boy
                                     Mister Death



                                                                                       - e e cummings

sounds of the day: here

Monday



 Don't surrender your loneliness 
so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.


Let it ferment and season you
as few human
Or even divine ingrediants can.
- Hafiz

a special treat for you all: a wonderful new EP for the spring growings:
Civil War by The Shepherds
back to the rainy streets and the classes! For all my reluctance, I am actually very excited about this next quarter: John Stuart Mills, Romantic Poets, French, Linguistics...

Missing: drawing, writing, and printing

other sounds: Fleet Foxes

Tuesday


above: spring break

for your souls:
  this

to do: Anis Mojgani at Powells at 8pm Monday the 28th!
I would recommend getting there really early because last time Jonathan Franzen was there, I was stuck on the floor beneath the talk in a huge line.
to watch: this

Saturday


the sky was lavender the last few days of class


its bewildering to find myself in fresh air with hours to do things like laundry and dishwashing
and how much i wish the coast weren't so tempestuous these days,
i need a good gust of wind in my hair

and this:

 

Friday


sounds of today: here
vast skies, ponderings, and solo nights
this semester has been murder