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Skip to content LinksBookshelfBooks ‘07Books ’08Books ’09Movies ‘07DVD ListTV on DVDRecipe – Pumpkin BreadChristmas ListArchivesMovies ’08AboutMovies ’09books I don’t wantMovies ’10 Anguish and agony, if you want to call it that. I managed, somehow, to get sick the weekend before the semester started. I managed, somehow, to hurt my foot hauling my bag full of too many books for too few classes between buildings on a beautiful campus I feel blessed to be allowed on again as a student. (Blessed, I guess, isn’t the word I should be using. Thankful, maybe, that a bank was willing to approve the loan I had to get because the financial aid department would not exactly trust my transcript. I don’t blame them.) This summer did not turn out like I expected it to. I re-wrote my resume. I applied for jobs in food service, I offered myself to a newspaper to write obituaries, I’m waiting for a call to work in a library until midnight. None of these things are things I had planned on doing. I tied a neat bow on late summer nights by driving to Maryland to see Devendra Banhart and MGMT. I can only hope for more change as the days get shorter and hopefully, colder. This summer was too hot, too long. I’m ready to learn, finally. Happily. Posted August 23, 2010 | Comments (0) | I do really enjoy poetry. This is the view I had today, as I spent two hours or so making my way across the state to a workshop about poetry and marketing. Yes, I do willingly spend my weekends listening to people talk about poetry and marketing. I’d willingly spend more than just my weekends listening to people talk about poetry, truthfully. This time, though, I did it in a city I’ve only stopped in for gas, and I did it by myself (well, in a room full of other people, but other people I didn’t know). This ‘new me’ thing is going to get boring to hear about real quick, isn’t it? But really – Alicia of a few months ago would’ve either hauled someone along for the ride or spent today watching the reruns of House that always seem to be playing on Saturdays. Another picture, un-rotated (from my phone because, ha, I forgot my camera) – a blessing, an omen, a whatever, waiting for me on the meter in the parking garage before I left. I had a good day. Posted August 7, 2010 | Comments (0) | Untwined. By the end of May, I didn’t recognize my reflection. The person in the mirror was me, of course, nothing dramatic had happened physically, but I was not where I wanted to be, not in any real way. So I cut ties here and there, mentally, with people, with places, with habits that were holding me back. I began, long ago, to see the knots fraying, and to see the damage those frays were doing not only to me but to everyone else involved but I was afraid of what would happen if I made a move. But I let it go. I had to. This is me saying that life is precious. I began to braid new ropes. We are lucky if a person’s path runs parallel to our own for longer than a moment. We are lucky to have the opportunity before they take a different direction to tell them good luck and that we hope to see them soon, should our lives find us in the same place again. Posted July 29, 2010 | Comments (3) | I'm still rebuilding. It's taking awhile. Here's my links page, my tumblr, and my flickr account. - Alicia. blog.txt theme by Scott Allan Wallick

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