Conjugal Conversation
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 10/08/2012 03:29:00 AM 1 comments
the fledgling bird
flies from its nest--
mettlesome, not pigeon-livered,
home-leavers, professed
but birds are of feather
and humans, of skin
we shan't keep on flying
away from our kin
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 10/08/2012 01:21:00 AM 0 comments
I want to be better, but don't know how... :/
I recall reading this book in the dentist's office one day, a fable about 2 princesses. One was ugly but kind, clever, and an excellent and witty conversationalist, the other was the most beautiful woman people had ever seen, but was empty-headed and vain. One day, the beautiful princess was traveling somewhere (something to do with her many suitors, no doubt... though the specifics have long been erased by the waves of new memories) when she came across this very ugly man. He was some sort of enchanter, and somehow set up a deal where he would marry her in a year's time, and would help her have more personality. I don't know. Anyway, she became more interesting to talk to, and more kind, while her sister became embittered--and more ugly because of it. The man, when he returned in a year, was actually very handsome, and they lived, obviously, happily ever after.
I've been thinking about this story recently, and wishing I could come across an enchanter who would make me better at certain things... and it's tough to finally face the realization that that will never happen, and I will have to work very hard for every improvement I want to make. It's discouraging and empowering.
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 5/31/2009 12:40:00 PM 2 comments
An intellectual heavyweight just informed me that, "You come across as so confident and polished. I always look forward to reading your writing because it is so precise." Essentially. And I am bursting at the seams--to the extent that I am tooting my own horn. Say hello to a confident, polished, precise woman.
However, this woman is also bursting at the seams for another reason entirely. Finals clamor, bla bla bla, always tugging in the background--and it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them. Wail, moan, I don't want to. But I have two (ONLY TWO, I KNOW) I'll take Monday or Tuesday.
In the foreground, however, clamors something not so material but immediately more appealing. A friend tells me that this book--while appropriately incognito in the form of a mystery--tackles the question of whether a woman can have both a family and a satisfying intellectual or professional life. And not just have both--but do justice to both. Must. Be. Read. It was written in the thirties or so by Dorothy Sayers, a member of not just Oxbridge society, but the Tolkien-Lewis Oxbridge society.
As compelling as the book is, finals must be first priority. (...?)
A parting word on
Oh nevermind,
no parting word but goodbye!
Finals send their love.
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 4/18/2009 02:26:00 PM 1 comments
all of my life, I've imagined bad things in an effort to keep them from happening. for example, if I imagine that my mother will get in a car accident on her way to pick me up, then that is obvious insurance against that actually happening. once I think something, it won't happen. Transcribing real possibilities into the imaginative realm is my greatest emotional defense against uncertainty and fear. but I have this heavy feeling that one day, I will imagine something and it will happen, and I won't be able to comprehend the reality of it. what to do then? how to live in the ugly clash of worst fears and grittiest tangiblity?
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 4/04/2009 09:55:00 AM 0 comments
Despite earning the lowest test score of my living days, this weekend was wonderful!
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 3/21/2009 11:54:00 PM 0 comments
Wow. Today has been one helluva. Many thoughts, disconnected, as per their usual shipment:
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 3/17/2009 12:15:00 AM 0 comments
That, NO, contrary to what you may consider "predictable behavior," I am not, as of now, freaking out. I am writing on my blog in a perfectly usual fashion.
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 3/02/2009 11:07:00 PM 0 comments