…just got into medical school here at the University of New Mexico!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEE!!!!
I’m so incredibly proud of Katharine (aka my Roger), who will be the most amazing doctor ever. She’s everything you could want in your doctor: passionate, brilliant, and genuinely caring. Did I mention she’s beautiful? ;)
Soooo excited! I have the most talented and intelligent friends in the world!
And yes, I did have to upload the dorkiest picture of us possible.
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much of our war land
now lies in water, whole
acres organized by dikes
and diagram composition. soil
compacts and descends, roots rot
in place. we dig deep, we reclaim. a boy
carries a fig and citrus basket, walks through
a catenary arch that sinks, dampened and drained,
into earth. this was never a separate space. we start
with the land, the interior, courtyard, canal, a continuum
of doors and windows, a central library. the structure summit
is a boulder, the mid-plane a forest, the street level a tulip
bed. we stand back, witness passage of water to branch
and pipe. the building breathes and filters pebble layers,
compost and grass. this is connecting fabric woven
from glass and iron. this is the casualty of the flood.
I love Shakespeare, I really do, both from a literary and theatrical perspective. However, even my love for Shakespeare can’t bring me to care about my Shakespeare final tomorrow, my last undergraduate exam. I simply can’t be bothered at this point. I’m graduating on Saturday and I have a solid A up to this point in the class, so I would pass even if I bombed the final. So I have uploaded a picture of Laurence Olivier as Hamlet for all of you to enjoy while I eat almond sea salt dark chocolate, drink tea, and do anything besides study Shakespeare.
(I may cave and do some studying later…it’s in my nature…)
Fiction writing has officially been revived, albeit at an inconvenient time of night. I have my last day of undergraduate class and work tomorrow and I can’t be bothered to care or even go to sleep. I just want to write and drink jasmine tea from my epic thermos, which has kept it warm since 9 am this morning.
Caffeine is such a bad idea right now.
I’ve been super productive with the story, though. I even got a few concept sketches of characters done for this piece before bedtime!
Ironically, I’ve been in the process of reviving this piece over the past few days, and have been completely dedicated to it at the expensive of producing any worthwhile poetry. Yes, I did manage to revive my fiction just in time for my poetry MFA! Hooray!
There’s a moth in my room that keeps getting trapped in a lampshade. Wings batting against taut cloth sound like fingernails tapping on wood.
Here’s one of the concept sketches for Blindsand. I’ll post snippets from the story at some point.
My recent gallery exhibition, presented at the 5Gallery, the Factory on 5th Art Space, Albuquerque, NM. Sumphōniā was meant to explore the intersections between sculpture, experimental music, and performance art. Over the course of eight months, I crafted a body of acoustic and percussive instrument sculptures, then worked with co-director Diana Delgado to create a performance piece with a cast of amazing actors/performance artists. They interacted with the sculptures, generating both a soundscape and a visual progression of movement. Thank you so much to everyone involved, and particularly to local photographer Eliade Novat for all the photos you see here!!
you would walk and the ground would, like a welding
flame, fume and groan, gathering its own legs
under it to move. the motion would leave you
in a seat that spirals with its own path of movement,
latched in place,
leaving trails of light like water drippings, the same liquid
fed through circulations
of pipes. capsules would allow you
to survive. someone might suggest
a new site for the city, on a day
the sunset filtered
too bright. you would belt
your belongings to a wall
where nothing could slide,
catch the sight from a window: wound metal tripods,
a knee-like joint. they would creak. breathe out. nausea
would come with the lift and wobble. you would wonder at the grass
as it passed by, at the way a million people
could be made so light. a carapace of steel
would gleam, a pincer touching ruins
left from war, and you would wonder then
wonder some more. the people would be pressed
to the window, watching landscapes
limp and tremor out of view.
Congrats to my youngling cousin Adriana (yes, you are still a youngling if you are younger than me) for being a brilliant youngling! She’ll be doing her undergrad at Yale and I couldn’t be happier for her :) . She absolutely deserves it, plus we’ll be close to each other!
I just feel that Yale is where I need to be for the next four years. It all boiled down to what felt right - that community, that campus. That’s where I need to be.
Thanks to all of you for encouraging me, talking to me, and listening (erm, reading) my rants. It’s been wonderful sharing my pre-collegiate journey with all of my lovely followers.
I just can’t believe this is real. I’m so happy. :-)
Go Bulldogs!
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In my fantasies, I keep picturing myself as the young female version of Robin Williams in “The Dead Poet’s Society”, taking people outside to recite poetry as they play soccer. I don’t think this is how things will play out in reality. I will inevitably be disappointed in myself. -_-
