Still Alive

Girl: Excuse me, do you have any biographies of TuPac?
Library guy: Probably, though they'd be with the other biographies on the second floor.
Dude: But isn't this the fiction section?
Library guy: It is. You might be able to find some books about him in non-fiction.
Girl: "Non-fiction"?
Library guy: Non-fiction means true.
Dude: ...And fiction means false.
Library guy: Sort of.
Girl: So if it's in non-fiction then that means he must still be alive.
Library guy: I don't think you understand.

--Brooklyn Public Library, Grand Army Plaza

[overheardinnewyork.com]

My name is Luuuuciillle. and I know. how you feel.

I was uploading my new york pictures today when all the sudden Photobucket started making them small and big and all different sizes. It's out of control. I think when I have time again (since this has consumed the last empty while of my morning) I'm just going to upload them to a different host so you can see them.

[Thanks to Alex for the reminder that I need to post them!]

Xs and Os and Neighbors

DEAR KELLY,

I'M ENJOYING MY KATIE KAZOO BOOKS A LOT!! THEY ARE REALLY FUN AND FUNNY!! TODAY WAS MY LAST DAY OF MY ART CLUB. WHEN DO YOU THINK WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN? TTYL (TALK TO YOU LATER)
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

LOVE MOLLY
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
P.S ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD TIME?


My cousin Molly is the best. She sends me e-mails like above as often as she can (nearly every day). She types in big purple letters with creative backgrounds my g-mail only lets me accept in attachment form. She's obviously well-skilled in the art of loving people and making sure they know. Everyone could probably learn a little something from Molly Springer.

I'm excited about my Survey of Modern Asia class. The awkward thing is, one of my neighbors is in my class. She doesn't talk much or very loudly (as I only caught a few words she said that the teacher didn't repeat, like "Sarah" and "the"), but she's an English major and she's spending part of her summer in Japan so I should probably become her BFF. The class is such a wide assortment of age ranges, I love it that way.

I thought I'd have so much to post about, seeing as it has been quite awhile since my last publish. Maybe it is enough that Molly's email is tucked inside this window. Oh Molly.

You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemingway

I will be in New York City Wednesday-Sunday afternoon.

I will be loving every second of it.

I will surely plant the soles of my shoes next to a lovely certain fountain in my lovely favorite park and wave my arms and plead with the city to wrap its buildings and people around me until I am a part of it, indistinguishable from the third window to the left on the southern-most side on the nineteenth floor of the Chrysler building, and the hoards of people trotting around for the St. Patrick's day parade drinking Irish beer and eating corned beef sandwiches.

It's upsetting that I have to come back.

...the most precious

It's been a significant length of time since I've last updated. Oh, dear reader, things are crazy. My sweet sweet Lord isn't letting go of me in the crowd of things my life has become cluttered with.

"I don't love studying. I hate studying. I like learning. Learning is beautiful." -Natalie Portman. Who quotes Natalie Portman? Well, apparently me. I hate college. Good thing it's week ten.

I'm in the midst of a long and hard battle between myself and chocolate in the solid form (ie not hot chocolate, white mochas, etc.) also known as the addictive kind. I'm hoping the process of weaning myself off this delectable sweet during this particular period of time will render me capable of surviving through non-Lenten days without it. So, yes, I fully recognize that it is an addiction.

I really ought to update my "Favorites" playlist in ITunes. Just as other things, favorites change.

I can't wait to go to the city next week. I'm going to spend an abnormal amount of money at STRAND [home to 18 miles of books] (I figure I'll just get a bunch of classics, right?) and maybe see what's up (if anything) with the NoHo market?

"Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road."

My Life In Orange by Tim Guest is good. I finished it this morning when I should have been in Philosophy but was coughing up my lungs and being really gross like that. It is an amazing account of a young boy growing up in sannyasin communes in India, England, Germany, and Oregon with his Mother and her boyfriend, Sujan. Those who chose to take sannyas followed Bhagwan, an Indian man who claimed to have reached enlightenment at a young age, donned in colors of the sun, wearing malas, and participating in rituals of meditation and silence. Tim, whose sannyasin name was Yogesh, is thrown in the Kid's Hut at Medina Rajneesh with the other sannyasin children left to grow up depending on each other for happiness.

Obviously there is much more, and it's all very interesting, but I have no time left for more details. I'll have it back to the wpl in a day or so if you plan on reading it.

I really hate that I missed Philosophy today because it was our last class before the final so I'mmma hafta educate myself on race theory, and my brains not really accepting calls now.

"In my loneliness, the smallest things seemed the most precious." Guest