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September 11th, 2005


12:42 am - yay! my article was in the D

http://www.thedartmouth.com/article.php?aid=2005090102050


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April 24th, 2005


02:30 am
so hot!


So I've been reading some Derrida lately. He's ridiculously hot, among other things.

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March 5th, 2005


10:42 am
This is why Las Vegas is AMAZING.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/EDUCATION/03/04/mayor.gin.ap/index.html

-christina told me about this...she is the fount of all information that is interesting and worthwhile to read. because of her, i no longer have to read the new york times or cnn myself because i know she will provide me with links to all the good articles. oh man, its amazing.

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March 2nd, 2005


01:54 pm
"We like art because it is, by definition, un-commodifiable."

-says sylvia, who is fucking brilliant

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February 16th, 2005


01:54 am - for anyone who feels like reading it

Newest Story (a first draft...)

Bird Whistle )
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January 31st, 2005


11:37 am - Newest story

I just finished this story.  Anyone who wants to is welcome to read it....

 

The Way We Get By )
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January 16th, 2005


09:56 pm
The Chardin Exhibition
by Edward Hirsch

While I was studying the copper cistern
and the silver goblet, a soup tureen
with a cat stalking a partridge and a hare,

you were gulping down the morning light
and moving from the bedstand to the bureau,
from the shuttered window to the open door.

While I was taking my time over a pristine jar
of apricots and a basket of wild strawberries—
a pyramid leaning toward a faceted glass—

you were sitting at a low breakfast table
and eating a soft-boiled egg—just one—
from a tiny, hesitant, glittering spoon.

While I was absorbed in a duck hanging
by one leg and a hare with a powder flask
and a game bag, which you wanted me to see,

you were lying on the living-room couch
for a nap, one of your last, next to
a white porcelain vase with two carnations.

I wish I could have stood there with you
in front of Chardin's last self-portrait,
exclaiming over his turban with a bow

and the red splash of his pastel crayon—
a new medium—which he used, dearest,
to defy death on a sheet of blue paper.

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