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Despite the silence here


The semester ended all right, by the grace of God.

The play went MARVELOUSLY. As much stress as this semester caused me, I had so much fun. I would definitely consider doing more theater if the opportunity arises.

I got my SIP done, amidst tornadoes and power outages and an unexpected 2 extra days to work on it. YUSS. If you’re interested in reading it, comment and we’ll work something out.

After all the stress and weirdness of this semester, I (stupidly) almost broke up with my boyfriend. But we’re still together, oddly thanks in part to the tornadoes. We evacuated to his parents’ house and had a chance to work things out over the couple days we were there. The Spirit was definitely there working in my heart as well (as He’s been since the beginning of our relationship). Things are good again.

Thorn is printed and delivered to the school. I’m waiting now to find out how the whole payment thing is going to work. Hopefully they didn’t mail the invoice to me at school because I am NOT THERE currently. I should probably email them. I’m thinking that I may go down there in the summer, get the mail room to give me addresses of seniors, and get those sent off. The new editor next year is Liz L.–she contributed some GREAT stuff to Thorn this year. I’m excited to see what she does.

I feel like I should make some kind of statement about what the immediate post-collegiate feeling is, but I don’t have the energy at this point. I’ve been unpacking my things from school–lots of books, school supplies, decorations, memories. It’s been therapeutic. I don’t really know what’s coming, but I know it will be all right.

PS: I will be writing over at Annular Summer with Luke again this summer if you want to keep tabs on what we are reading.

PPS: Kings of Convenience are also marvelous (thanks to Luke).


Mumford & Sons


Yes, I know I’m a little behind the hipster curve ball (or bell curve or what have you), but GOOD GRAVY WHY have I not been listening to Mumford & Sons before now? Okay, before a month ago.

My good friend/music-movie-media connoisseur Scott has been giving me musical assignments each time we talk–I think the Decemberists’ new album The King Is Dead is next.  Sigh No More was a recent recommendation that I’ve been selecting and re-selecting on grooveshark. Listening to the combination of damn good writing and music making (I admit, I’m a sucker for music with horns) makes my day at least 20 times better.

Go listen to the whole album, but especially these:

“Awake My Soul”

“Winter Winds”

“After the Storm”


On the efficacy of literature


“Kafka said something like, ‘A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us,’ but maybe we can expand this notion further and say that a book is an ice axe to break the sea frozen between us.”

– John Warner, in the commentary on the match that went down March 24th at TMN’s Tournament of Books.



” For our species’ long-running obsession with narratives about orphans is, in part, the sign of our
inability to stop wondering about our beginnings—and about the narrative problem of how to begin; and,as Frank Kermode argued so brilliantly in The Sense of an Ending: Studies in the Theory of Fiction (1967), we tell stories partly because we know we are going to die.”

Michael Bérubé

Sweet, sweet justice.


Actually not really justice, but the Thorn budget was approved!


Anyway. Meeting with a Thorn-contributor tomorrow to talk about meter in a poem she submitted. Oh boy my favorite.

Well, it’s okay.



Rehearsals for And Then There Were None started this week. We did a read through on Wednesday and some blocking tonight.

I have not laughed so hard for such a long length of time in a while. Goodness. Weird that practice was helping me unwind after a day of classes instead of being another big stressful thing to do.

The play adaptation of the book makes some, um, interesting choices in dialogue and actions regarding women. I’m still trying to get over this–I myself am not Vera Claythorne. She is simply borrowing my body OR I am wearing her character like a second skin. One that will come off. I realize that I have to play the character as written by Ms. Christie and as directed by Ms. A-S Austin. As much as I would like Vera to not say “OH PHILIP” at key stressful moments, I’m sure actually being in an island-bound house where everyone starts mysteriously dying would make you cling to someone, particularly if he is 1) handsome, 2) endlessly flirting with you, 3) and was the only person who brought a revolver. That is, if you trust him.


Hysterics and being slapped by men notwithstanding, it’s been fun. Especially D. Pickering’s character. He’s been cracking everyone up, especially our director. She’s a theatre grad who lived on the hall with me two years ago, so it’s fun to get to work with her.

This whole thing shall be very interesting.


You’ll understand.


“Words” by Will Hoffman and Daniel Mercadante, produced for WNYC’s Radiolab program,

found through TMN‘s headlines, on The Awl. The rest of Eric Spiegelman’s top ten videos of 2010 list is EXCELLENT. Check out “oops” video–people dropping their cameras and the results all edited together– and the “Ambling Alp” cover  too. Or just all of them.

Spiegelman on his list (“Words” was the #1 film):

[The videos are] all from this year, a year that I can say confidently had way more suck than it had awesome; but if you take half an hour to ignore all the suck and watch these you will come away thinking, man, people still make some beautiful things, even in the midst of shit raining down, even if only they’re tiny little Internet videos….Looking at them all again, it’s clear that I responded to things that were delightful, clever and sometimes poignant.

Last time on “Christmas Break Adventures”


I don’t actually remember what I did last Christmas break, except that we went to the Erichsen’s for New Year’s Eve and played that game where you write a sentence of a story and pass it on–but that variation where you draw a picture, pass it, next person writes a sentence describing said picture, passes it, next person draws a picture based on the sentence, etc.

We did it both ways. Fun times.

So far, I’ve been trooping all over the East to Mid-US.

Goal 1 accomplished at Luke’s: Read And Then There Were None on a lazy afternoon. He was reading Altered Carbon and fell asleep and I finished the murder mystery. Vera’s character  is more along the lines of normal-sexy instead of Hollywood-bombshell sexy; all the men comment on how attractive she is, but I think it’s Lombard’s character who says she doesn’t have “Hollywood glamour.” She’s an ex-governess (she let the kid swim out too far and then swam very slowly to go save him so it was more like neglect than all-out murder) who now is a games-mistress at a school. The “Owens” hire her as a secretary and therefore lure her out to Indian Island since apparently being a games-mistress is a pretty awful job. Honestly, I was a little disappointed in her character–classic woman-in-love-does-drastic-things-to-set-up-her-lover-financially-but-fails-and-loses-him-forever-and-still-dreams/fantasizes-about-him-and-then-occasionally-gets-hysteric-when-trapped-on-an-island-where-everyone-starts-dying. She’s not a complete pushover thankfully; Vera has an authoritative attitude (from her teaching, says an aside) and maintains composure for the majority of the book (and makes a point to contain herself). Dr. Armstrong does slap her in the face when she gets hysteric and the men comment that “that’s the best thing to do for hysteric women!” while I grind my teeth in quiet rage.

Other interesting note: the dynamics between Captain Lombard and Vera are NOT romantic in the book. Christie’s descriptions of Capt. Lombard bring up images of a dangerous loner-wolf character with a streak of semi-psychotic viligante-type-justice. He’s the only person who brings weaponry (revolver) to the island and generally has everyone worried when he doesn’t deny the crime he’s accused of but admits it nonchalantly (that he left like 12 Africans in the bush to die after taking all the remaining supplies with him). Eventually he and Vera are the only two people alive–and then Vera shoots him before returning to the mansion and hanging herself in her bedroom.

I am a little disappointed about the happy/romantic ending, but in the name of art, we shall press on.

As for Goal 2, I’m 240+/1079 pages of Infinite Jest (I say 240+ because I’m unsure of how many pages of endnotes I’ve read). So that’s good, considering I’m still spending time with fam alongside of huge-book-ingestion (inJestion, ha). I’ll have to say more sometime about what it’s like reading it again. The first 200 pages (which are pretty much the perseverance test of the book on the initial read) were AWESOME this time around. Thankfully, reading Brief Interviews with Hideous Men slowly through the semester has kept my brain used to DFW syntax/style. The arc about Ennet House remains my favorite. I was going to try to read a couple more pages tonight, but I just finished Joelle’s Too Much Fun section and couldn’t go any further, emotionally.

Reading/personal goals aside, it’s been a very nice Christmas and will continue to be Christmas sometime this week as I finally go home (to my house!) and we open familial presents.