Here’s a sob story for you. I spent this day, the second Sunday of Lent, in preparation to gorge myself on what I suspect to be God’s second physical incarnation: banana-nutella crepes at the intimidatingly posh Cafe Neo. I reluctantly gave up sweets for Lent (which I complain a lot about, but is honestly much [...]
Archive for February, 2008
Una Tragedia de Cuaresma
Posted in Chicago, baklava, coffee, melodramatic, things that make me sad on February 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Musica de la Primavera
Posted in memory, music on February 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Good thing I have new music. The two most intense catalysts for nostalgia in my life are MUSIC and WEATHER. These two entities will bring back so many memories in one instant that I’m surprised my brain doesn’t pop whenever I put on Rosie Thomas or walk through the first snow of the season.
For instance, [...]
Someone still loves you, Boris Yeltsin.
Posted in Chicago, Europe, memory, things that make me sad on February 10, 2008 | 1 Comment »
On Valentine’s Day I’m going to see “Step Up 2 the Streets.” Hopefully with BFF, if he’s game.
That’s the main thing I have to say.
The other stuff isn’t as important.
Although, Jean-Michel Basquiat is very important. I learned about him at the DuSable Museum of African-American History. They have a kickin’ gift shop.
(the bomb)
It is important that I [...]
And with your soul always green, you’ll grow into a tall tree
Posted in baklava, beauty, poetry on February 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Upon coming out of my semi-weekly Arabic class, I experience two feelings simultaneously:
a) Intolerable exhaustion–mentally (my mind feels as though someone has lit a match inside and burned up all its contents, completely useless for the rest of the day), physically (my heart beats quickly and unevenly, and my brain literally aches), and emotionally (after verbal [...]
Calme-toi, le ciel, calme-toi
Posted in French things, God, poetry on February 3, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Il contiue a neiger. Il est difficile de croire que la terre sera encore seche. Ces jours-ci, c’est toujours blanche. Chere neige, je t’aime, c’est vrai, mais arrete, s’il te plait. Arrete. Ca suffit. Tu es jolie, mais il y a beaucoup de choses qui sont jolis, qui ne fait mouiller pas mes chausseurs. C’est [...]
