Sunday, March 23, 2008

There's majesty in no one but the Common Man

I've been devouring Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics She's obviously a brilliant, random, peculiar little bunny. And speaking of bunnies, Happy Easter to you all! Here are a couple Easter gifts:

1. How to Make a Button : Miranda July, one of my favorite human beings alive, shows you how buttons are made.
2. Sea of Love : Cat Powers, this lovely song has been floating in my head for the past two weeks.

I've been experiencing severe withdrawal heartache from being out of school. Oh! How I miss pulling all nighters to study for midterms armed only with instant coffee and cheez nips. I think this best describes the phenomenon: "Consider a Kandinsky. Utterly muddled, put a frame around it, voila -- looks rather quaint above the fireplace. And so it is with curriculum. That celestial, sweet set of of instructions, culminating in the scary wonder of the Final Exam... No wonder so many adults long to return to university, to all those deadlines -- ahhh, that structure! Scaffolding to which we may cling!" Marisha Pessl

I'm so anxious for grad school to start in the Fall. And what's making me the most anxious is that I have no idea where I'm going. I've always been terrible with decision making -- and this one feels like the most important one of my life thus far. The lovely people over at Sarah Lawrence just accepted me, which is fantastic. I can really picture myself lolling about amongst all that greenery and riding Metro North while feverishly scribbling poems. But I've still yet to hear from several schools, so I can't make any decisions, grr.

Monday, March 10, 2008

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

It has been a crazy past few weeks. Sadly, I wasn't able to see Niagara Falls on my trip to Buffalo because it was cut short. I had to fly back to NYC on about 3 hours notice due to some heartbreaking events <3. But, while I was there I did manage to dine on Buffalo wings at the restaurant where they were created. I have no idea why I didn't put that on my list, because it seems important. And FYI they were very yummy.

My birthday was celebrated in three parts, and each one was wonderful. The pre-celebration consisted of a romantic rainy picnic under an umbrella designed like the clouds, with a champagne toast in Central Park and an unfortunate attack of army-like ducks on me and my picnic companion. My darling Lizbear made me a birthday mix c.d. that I have been listening to for days, I went to a new restaurant that I've been wanting to try (Paradou -- where they host dirty bingo) and saw "Be Kind Rewind" (the latest from Gondry.) My best girls and I toasted again to my birth on the sidewalks of the L.E.S. and I got us kicked out of only one bar from my obnoxiousness. Before the night was over I waltzed into a liquor store (because I love to waltz) and declared it was my birthday, and they gave me several bottles of free liquor. Several hours later I awoke to find myself in a strange bed, within a strange attic, atop a strange ladder. I had no idea where I was, and there was no one around, so I snuck out of the apartment and figured out what borough it was (Brooklyn) and hopped on the train. (Later I found out my best bud had kidnapped me and brought me to her friends house.) The birthday celebrations continued....

What a wonderful week-end! And I nearly forgot to mention that while I was in the MoMA on Friday I received a phone call from The New School, where they announced I was in their top priority of students to be admitted to the poetry MFA program, and they were offering me the highest scholarship possible. I'm thrilled, and so happy that I don't think I've stopped smiling since that phone call. Unfortunately, people think that you're strange, or drunk, or have gas or something, when you smile constantly. But I don't care, because I'm going to grad school!