letters

i speak of cold purpose because the words don't flow like water from my pen anymore.

home is a familiar fog, blurry and bittersweet. people are growing up all over the place, nathan to penn for law school, jane to med school in baltimore, hannah deferring to both of her top choice colleges and trying for a job at tomato palace. i somehow thought (in vain) when i went away that everything would crystallize.

seeing kevin was brilliant; reminded me of my roots and who i was once. he's grown his hair without abandon...and i've chopped mine and now it stands untethered.

i heart a few things these days -- simply orange juice, pomegranate dark chocolate chip haagen dazs ice cream, avocados and fuji apples in salads.

tonight: indian food chez moi followed by the new indiana jones movie in the theaters. attended by my parents and richard the blankman.

Pablo Picasso
Guitar, Sheet Music, and Wine Glass
1912
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio

well,

the trip was stressful, but worth it. the place in rye is too beach-y for me, not to mention pricey, and sue is a career smoker. the apartment in tarrytown costs twice as much as i thought. 2 closets, king-size bed, private bathroom...i loved the place in north white plains, though, but doris hasn't called me back. i'm taking that as a not-good sign.

it looks like things are falling into place for transferring my credits from paris. perhaps i will receive my diplomas from oberlin come christmas...the most important thing, though, is that my transcript be sent to suny-purchase so i actually have proof that i completed my undergrad education.

for the audition for chamber placement, i'm thinking the first schumann romance and the 3rd movement of cpe bach's unaccompanied a minor sonata.


the covered-up blackboard wall at tai sophia resembles rothko's untitled (orange & yellow) (1956). david thinks another paint job will do the trick, but i think it looks rather...intellectual.

recently: water for elephants by sara gruen. she is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant at telling a story. i read it last night almost in one go.