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| i have decided that blogging is boring. that's a terrible thing to write--i know. maybe i should rephrase my statement. i'm bored with blogging? as of late, i've taken to some combination of talking to the people around me, & brooding, which has negated my desire for and interest in expending whatever effort is required to maintain an online journal. all this to say that, while i may very infrequently post life-changing announcements, this should be considered my general farewell. from this point forward, i will primarily resign myself to the following activities:
1) making coffee
2) drowning in all the books i've been itching to read for months
3) hanging out with my roommate jane, & clyde, the apartment cat
4) not filling out grad school applications.
5) bicycling
6) watching movies
7) expanding my wine vocabulary
8) taking pictures
9) stealing away time with friends
10) soaking up birmingham for as long as it lasts.
bye-bye! | | |
| holly is homeless again. :( | | |
| I'm drowning in almost-academia! It's funny how much my ability to sit still & study has deteriorated in the past year. Luckily for me, there's nothing like a good dose of GRE to cure the lazy mind. If no one hears from me from a few weeks, it's because I'm pretty much out of commission until various deadlines have past. If the absence continues until the new year, assume that I didn't make it... | | |
| I'm in love with New York. Everyone knew it was an inevitability, but the going through of the motions was still a necessity. It was like Chicago, only with (what I suspect will continue to be) slightly less brutal weather, more trees, more bicycles, more art, & more coffee. I was so happy here, until I went there; & now I pine. I scheme & plot & dream. I've been ruined. (Of course, all these increased cool factors come with many additionally required dollar bills...)
Actually, the weekend wasn't nearly so dramatic. I was not knocked off my feet. My jaw did not drop upon stepping off the plane. My life was not changed in a tangible way. I just felt like I was home, like I was in a place where I fit & was someone & yet part of some incomprehensible whole. It made me simultaneously miss Chicago & desire to continue my independent adventures in this new Chicago-esque place.
MoMA very nearly made me cry. Seeing Seurat as a terrible beginner sketching compositions that I could easily keep up with; standing inches away from Les Demoiselles d'Avignon; taking terrible digital photographs of the Campbell Soup cans from every angle; knowing that history & art were alive--it was all priceless. I was so overwhelmed that I kept experiencing something very like an impending fit of hysteria.
Sufjan unquestionably made me cry. Sufjan with film, which will always have my artistic heart. Sufjan with the piano--my musical heart. Sufjan with an orchestra. Sufjan with hula hoopers. Sufjan happy & comfortable & immeasurably silly...I felt, sitting rows & rows away, as if I knew him & as if God was in the chair next to me.
I don't even know where to go from here...
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| Bullet Points:
- Radiohead -- UNBELIEVABLE. I may just have to invest in the discbox. At this point, I can't call it a day until the album has been played at least once in entirety
- Ryan Adams -- my new musical hero. I will continue to wholeheartedly shell out money for the rest of my life, even if means hearing that indescribably voice ringing over an audience of screaming frat-boys drunk on $5 Miller Lite.
- Jose Gonzalez -- definitely gets points off the charts. He's made me inclined to dance in public. On multiple occassions. That is not normal.
- NYC -- bliss awaits me in less than 2 weeks. I just might not come home.
- Shrimp & Grits -- my first exposure to the buttery seafood tradition of the South. I think that means I'm official.
- The Banjo -- I've taught myself 4 chords. My fingers were a little sore this morning. I feel like I've made one small step in the musical world.
- The Bianchi -- he needs a name. Gael keeps floating around in my head. In 30 minutes, when I pick him up from his tune-up, we will be a legitimate force, barreling through downtown Birmingham. Watch out.
- The GRE -- is taunting me, cruelly. I must study. I meet my fate on November 19th. I think I'm going to do this, for real.
That's about as good a recap as I'm capable of at the moment. Maybe I'll be inspired to write more later. Who can say? | | |
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