Dew on my shawl fringe, is she a bonfire now.
Holy God, Mama got caffeinated this morning. SO I didn’t get to read Fanny Howe all sleepy first thing after waking the way I like to roll but I did get a lot more practical app-related stuff done, as in, I paid two more schools exorbitant application fees and sent GRE scores to all schools but two. Oh extra teaching income, I hardly knew ye. The real coup, though, was the solution to the Critical Writing Sample Question, over which I have been wringing my hands for some months now. Several schools require some nerdy academic philosophizing and I have suffered many a hard drive death in the years since undergrad and somehow, in all my craziness and 9857349834575 moves, have managed to throw out EVERY SINGLE PAPER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. This morning I realized that I still have my 78-page thesis on the Evolution of Reproductive Discussions in the Republic of Ireland from my semester abroad and that shit is academic as hell so shameless excerpt, here I come!
Also! Also! J-Lowe’s chapbook came this morning and I keep flipping the wee thing open, drawing up a sentence or a phrase, and turning it over and over in my mouth. How gorgeous. Everyone buy it here and now.
Also, Sebastien Tellier: Anna and Forest brought him back from their recent trip to Europe: Cheesy French Disco Sex Rock. SO AMAZING. Okay now I’m going to chomp on a waffle before my head explodes.
