too late! too late!
Friday 12 December 2003 | I like a cookie
Which was the title of a Victorian print which depicted the tragic deathbed of a poor lady whose soul went unshriven. It’s also how I feel when I look at the Brown writing department website. I think I still had some half-arsed notion that I could apply for next year, but seeing as how I would have to do so by Monday…it’s probably not going to happen. And this after Mandarin and I spent a staggering amount of phone time working on the money-shot final paragraph to her own grad school application. More likely to yield fruit than mine, which goes for another year nonexistently onward. What would She say? (She being the bratty inner daemon/duende/muse who lately runs my life, when I am wise enough to thusly permit Her.) She’d scowl, because there’ll be no Providence for me next year. And yet perhaps something else is meant to happen instead.
In other news, a) the mouse is in the cupboard rattling among the paper bags, and b) I’m struggling to buy a certain domain name but some geezer in Australia is sitting on it, and c) I’m daydreaming about the future of my own site at last, after its many failed iterations. All I want for Xmas is Photoshop. And maybe someday enormousbignothing.com, as in, An enormous big nothing. Like a jar.
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