nickelmountain

This afternoon, someone told me my chocolate cake was as good as her mother's, which is as heavenly a compliment as I can imagine.

Also of note this afternoon, the slope of light through the sky and onto the buildings told me summer's on its way, and I'm happy to watch it arrive.

feeling pleased
listening to I've Been to a Marvelous Party - The Divine Comedy

hannah

I've commented before on how there's a better quality to cast-offs in New York City - classy trash, basically. Many people have, constantly and all over the place. Some people make careers off it. Personally, I just take it as it comes, like another very nice hoodie sweatshirt that's making its way into regular rotation.

Of note, today I talked to someone about the difficulties I've been having with submitting job applications or pitches to literary agents and how the difference with that is it's energy directed outward, while writing is energy directed inward and helps keep me going that way. I'm not sure what I'd need to do to get enough energy for both, but it feels good to put a set of specific words to it.

feeling contemplative
listening to Mrs. Potter's Lullaby - Counting Crows

hannah

At the Seder last night, trying to make conversation, I asked the man next to me if he'd read anything good recently. He said he hadn't read much contemporary stuff in a while. I told him it didn't need to be contemporary, just something he'd read recently - if he'd just read The Tale of Genji, for example.

As it turns out, he'd recently reread certain parts of that one. We ended up talking about translations and philosophies behind preserving language and intent for a good while.

feeling accomplished
listening to Gin-Soaked Boy - The Divine Comedy

other woods

Couldn't have liked it more.

One last bell.

Shots in the dark.

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that's a tight present

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