Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.
posted by Dr. S at 11:17 PM
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
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Just any old someone, or a specific someone? Either way, this is one of my new favorite posts.
He was definitely a specific someone in the dream, but not someone I know or can place. Weirdly, too, he was someone who was a couple of years younger--I remember this really clearly--and also someone who had a new book coming out from somewhere, because I saw the publisher's flier about it (after everything else was already in motion). Isn't that funny?
Ah. So you're becoming an academic cougar. This amuses me.
Also, I hope that his book was coming out from a decent press.
Um, I didn't say he was a couple of *decades* younger. Jeez.
I know someone a couple decades younger than you who most certainly loves you...
Spring Break trip to Buffalo perhaps? A butterfly conservatory, the Albright Knox, perhaps even a right big waterfall...
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