a room of one's own

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19704630640370322612011-07-07T13:56:07.580-07:00a room of one's ownthe casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-22866109378324461412009-08-25T20:02:00.000-07:002009-08-25T20:29:23.001-07:00moment of truth.

something dawned on me on the bus ride home from cambridge today, thinking about the official start of graduate school tomorrow. as far back as i can remember, i have had the same experience with the start of a new school year: i have forever experienced a kind of desperate hopefulness in the ability to change my image and start off fresh, reinvent myself and ameliorate past blunders of identity

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-89254400633271907422009-08-14T16:54:00.000-07:002009-08-14T17:08:47.188-07:00a walk in my new neighborhood.

*Last photo is a paste-up done by artist Shepard Fairey, whose work is currently on display at the Boston Institute of Contemporary Art. As part of the show, Fairey put up a few works throughout the city. My sister and I came across this one, on Brighton Avenue in Allston, yesterday morning. You'll know Fairey from his now-iconic "Hope" poster of Barack Obama. *Also, these photos were taken

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-1316367643206230742009-07-27T18:20:00.000-07:002009-07-27T21:25:07.531-07:00epilogue. on loss, empathy, and unfortunate parallels.

the pure sweetness and beauty of my curious, precocious feline neighbor was done in today by a motor vehicle. yesterday evening she came in through the back door again while i was in the bedroom packing my clothes into a suitcase. after snooping around the closet a bit, she hopped up on the bed and began kneading some dresses i had laid out.i heard the knock on the front door of my apartment

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-30228097126227959002009-07-24T15:55:00.000-07:002009-07-24T16:41:46.022-07:00when curious neighbors come calling.

i often feel nostalgic for a time when neighbors might leave their screen doors open to the possibility of mid-day visitors. today, my mundane chores were interrupted by the pleasantly nosy creatures who live in the apartment above. they left no corner un-nuzzled. come again, kitten friends.

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-5163066129190511582009-06-23T16:27:00.000-07:002009-06-23T16:47:12.041-07:00things i will miss

Meet SpacePlant. SpacePlant was a gift from Lenny, commemorating my graduation from UC Berkeley in May 2007. We had only been dating for a month or so at that point, so it was an appropriately nonspecific gift. Partly because I like Lenny and want to honor his present, and partly because succulents are relatively difficult to kill with neglect, SpacePlant is still with us today, sunning happily

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-55641664937055991132009-06-15T12:49:00.001-07:002009-06-17T12:44:39.934-07:00This is my 54th Love Poem of the Second.

Today I am going through my things, attempting to organize my life into sidewalk "Free" piles and boxes for storage in preparation for my journey eastward. This process takes forever because every unlabeled box or expanding file turns into an exhumation of former friends, feelings, and, most recently, high school English homework. It takes a keen eye to separate the Crap from the Stuff Worth

the casual heelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541112824193380158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970463064037032261.post-88868235427902887232009-06-09T18:02:00.000-07:002009-06-17T12:44:07.314-07:00starting over again, again.

Let us commemorate this atypically productive day by breaking the self-defeatist, over-analytical and just-plain-lazy silence that has plagued this stillbirth of a weblog. I can do it! Since the January layoff that was such a textbook Blessing and Curse, my days have become hazy, amorphous, forgettable chunks of hours linked together by absurd lengths of sleep. My notion of productivity exists

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