October 13, 2011

  • Brief

     

    This week, my life involves the following: biking on side streets full of brick houses under the full moon, and something called a haiku deathmatch, which is every bit as awesome as it sounds. And, also, tonight I had a five-minute conversation with Brendan McLeod of the Fugitives, and I adore the Fugitives, and Brendan McLeod is a poet and writer I admire hugely and so this was very, very cool for me. 

    I moved the maple leaf to the windowsill--and the cataloguing books, too. This windowsill is one of the things that makes me the happiest lately, and maybe that's weird, but I've never had a real windowsill before and it makes me feel like the curator of my own tiny museum. 

    Speaking of the cataloguing books, I have gone from being ambivalent about the whole cataloguing thing to being fairly certain that if I die young, it will be a direct result of the Dewey Decimal System. 

    I wish I had more to say, or that it wasn't 3:00 in the morning so I could say more and not risk writing into the sunrise (which wouldn't be awful, but tomorrow involves things I need to be awake for).

    The short version is that it took a while, but I am settling into this life and it's all bikes and poems and library school and I'm very glad to be here. 

    h.