Attention, please.

I feel I may starve unless something happens soon. I just might.

Odd. and happy.

Looking for comfort. Avoiding dull readings and rave reviews of these dull readings. Quietly stalking. Bubbling rice, chopping canned vegetables. Everything askew. Blankets in lofty, unkempt waves and yesterday's socks over there. I've been sitting here for hours doing little but entertaining my ego. And it feels nice.


oh
the wild one
she stirs
she snarls
she sits and waits.

Predicting tomorrow

I need more time to be quite and creative and aware. I need time to get back in touch and step away from the rigid, scheduled and anxiously meaningless actions I seem to be caught in.

A few nights ago I dreamed that I was in a broken down grade school somewhere in Africa. The children surrounded me, tugging at me. The colors were vivid, orange and green and yellow and brown. Tall women beckoned me to admire their handmade crafts. I held one between my fingers, fondling it and decided I would purchase it. But before I did so, I opened up my notepad and started to write about what was happening around me. I was taking notes.

I woke up confused, but delighted by the sensation left with me in my waking.

I went to class and my professor showed us this: win a trip

Perhaps I'm the only one who will ever think my dream was a push. But, I am applying, and just maybe I'll go.



"Dreams seem to take the material from the past, the present and the future. Almost as though the dream maker has no time-space relationship but rather can travel in any direction - pas,t present, or future."

Missing Italy. Thinking politics.

I am sitting at Soma, as I have been for a few hours now. I've been studying and I've made some major dents in my work load. Of course, I've been putting this off, and all the reading is due tomorrow. But at least I'm doing it.

Anyway, there are two men sitting across from me and they're practicing their Italian and listening to them talk makes me miss the language and the experience I had in Rome. It's such a beautiful way of speaking. I can understand bits and pieces but I can't put it all together. I wish I could.

I read this article for class. I think you should read it, too.

Realignment, Now More Than Ever