so totally contented right now: craft fair with rachel (♥) this am, then turkey take two with family. also i don’t work again until tues \o/
watched aston villa vs. man united, chelsea vs. newcastle and inter milan vs. juventus. thanksgiving has its compensations. :)
so we went to connecticut today, to my aunt and uncle’s house, as per usual; as the food was good and the televised soccer football plentiful, i have no real complaints. ★ in other news, i finally got around to buying that moleskine with the memo pockets—it’s just as awesome as projected, and i’m pretty pleased. also i bought another book¹ by robertson davies (♥), since i...
ugh feli is too beautiful, i can’t even take it. also i have tomorrow off, hooray!
ai piaceri d'amor qui tutto adesca
me so, um, spain won the davis cup, even tho rafa was sidelined with tendonitis, and feli & nando were pretty pleased… abby That’s what they’re calling it nowadays! me ikr! ugh i am doing the horrible puzzles of horribleness that i have told you abt many a time my soul is weeping abby you should check this out i’m sorry. me oh lord rienzi abby DO IT me...
today was one of those rare non-cashwrap days that i cherish so. *blissful sigh* also i am reading robertson davies’ cornish trilogy (the rebel angels, what’s bred in the bone & the lyre of orpheus, which my edition has combined into one volume). it is entirely fabulous, & i cannot believe i didn’t discover it sooner. and with my legs stretched out in front of me like...
i can has free internets! at barnes & noble, no less. briana, whoever you are, i love you. also i talked to abby for probably an hour or so—actually talked, on the actual phone—which was surprisingly fabulous. i didn’t realize how much i’d missed the gleeful mutual abetment (is that a word? probably not) that somehow doesn’t flow quite as freely over IM. this does not,...
stop the presses: i’m going to bed. if the hour hand hasn’t hit one yet, it’s still early, right?
weirdly, not having my schedule laid out for me seems to have helped the morning go by faster. or maybe it was just having had two days off, idk. anyway, i am in a bizarrely good mood atm: hopefully it lasts! in less cheerful news, i have yet to reconcile my credit card statement with my receipts, and my dear mother decided that the correct response to this would be to go through my wallet...
"Louganis" by Eloise Klein Healy →
poetry. sestina in praise of greg louganis, olympic diver. If Praxiteles had been an animator, this form is the one he would have set in motion — a spinning diver hurtling down toward the surface of a pool, its smooth skin raised to ripples by an automatic wind machine. He’d sculpt Louganis like a beautiful machine poised against the cloudless sky, then charge his form with...
"Federer As Religious Experience" by David Foster... →
a writer i adore, on a player i adore. article from 2006, when federer was still god & foster wallace was still alive. Federer’s forehand is a great liquid whip, his backhand a one-hander that he can drive flat, load with topspin, or slice — the slice with such snap that the ball turns shapes in the air and skids on the grass to maybe ankle height. His serve has world-class pace...
a lazy sunday of sorts. meg made blueberry muffins for brunch, & now i’m catching up on my crossword puzzle edits: ten down, fifty-eight to go! last night we went to see quantum of solace. the great paradox of daniel craig is how he manages to be hard & soft all at once: intimidating in armor, but his eyes through the visor make you want to strip it off. (and yes, double entendre...