having accepted what you don't accept

[fflo]

that's a thought, isn't it.

i see yeats, i see simone, i see sylvia, i see geoffrey, i see h.d., ...

was recently remembering the "romper room" miss whoever-she-was "seeing" the kids outside the tv, calling us by name, and me knowing---as i told bert (she never saw "bert")--- that when she saw lisa it wasn't THIS lisa. but, if you ask me, that's one fucked-up thing to tell children to begin with--- that you're miss whoever and you see that kid through the cathode ray tube.

a grad student i don't know is procrastinating with the paper she has due monday. i've edited less than 10 pages of it, which i believe is to be 40-45 altogether, and she's thinking dribs and drabs to me---lord knows, probably up to midnight sunday---and then could i have it to her by first thing monday a.m.

i mean, sh*t. toward the end of my own short-lived academic career, as an UNDERgrad, i had already stopped pulling all-nighters FOR MYSELF. this is not to say i started papers ahead of time. this is to say that, so long as, sometime the night before, i had a basic angle (a thesis, if you will) formulated in any sorta reasonable form, i'd just go on to bed and get up early to start writing it like a crazy fool at 7 when it was due at 11. i mean, i could write and type 2 pages in an hour easy, so how hard, with so much more rest, would it be to do 4?

my point is, puh-lease.


there's somebody i want to meet. lives in chicago.


keep meaning to change my default icon from this moon. and change the color scheme around here again, too. right now, though, middle of the night, the moon is good, yet again.

the middle of the night was my first just-me friend the way a book seems to have been for some others. or the woods for some. part of why i was a little bummed to get to work at MR instead of making bread for zingerman's was that the latter would have involved being awake more for more of the middle of the night.

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[peteralway.livejournal.com]

the middle of the night was my first just-me friend the way a book seems to have been for some others.

Only when I got to know the night sky. Friendly constellations, and, in particular, feeling that I knew special astronomer's secrets about them. Not the names of stars or the mythology, but knowing that between those two stars there was the Ring Nebula, that the middle star in the sword was the Great Nebula in Orion, and that in and down from the tip of the handle of the dipper is the pair of galaxies M-81 and M-82.

[paperkingdoms]

I've never been good at getting up the next morning and finishing... I'm useless for an hour or so in the morning, almost always. I s'pose I've managed getting up to campus around 7am to cram for a test or two, but even that requires special mental preparations. Of course, expecting someone else to come along on my late night work binge is unacceptable, so that's just beyond the pale. ;^)

[scrawlspace.livejournal.com]

Bend and stretch, reach for the sky!
Stand on tippie-toes, oh so high!

Bend and stretch, reach for the stars!
Here comes Jupiter, there goes Mars!

I see the one and only Lisa!

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

Man, what happened with that paper? Did you stay up all night? Did this get you sick? (--My mother.) How did you get in the paper editing biz anyway? I might like to do that, but I think I would demand to have a certain number of hours or days for turnaround (just thought of that whilst reading your post :))