so

cornell's school colors are red et white
and so are canada's

cornell's umbrellas are red et white
and so are canada's _

so I have this hilarious time wandering around
with a canadian umbrella
and almost blending in, except
not

AND: now people think that i'm from canada,
which is even better.
plus five1.

-----
1 p.s. i miss sally.
hey, that was a day. i've heard about those.

..

just kidding
Well
I'd been looking forward to that- the FCAHS winter choral concert-

there were awkward bits,
(as Awkward sticks to me like rice to a draggy lobster,)
but i knew people, and people knew me, and they were nice about it.

and there was some Palestrina :D
imitative polyphony pretty much for the win.
no wonder there are so many italians.
we foppish, bickering featherbaskets; Shh--
I hear whispers: don't look now, but-
we tumble and slide
away from the dumb glaze of a soppy, ancient cloud

wooly as an old, dry buffalo, panting
lonely and cold after her herd

(she hasn't met that frosted, pulpy pit-pat
-SPLAT
her fellows found when They rolled down
from that icy, solid sheet -

) which is lovely, but seagulls?

With warming shrugs,
we float to chase the sun.






//
or i guess i could have just taken a picture,
but .. words are prettier?
current want:

a report on myers-briggs temperament evaluations as a function of successive generations- with multiple data-points for different life-periods for those involved-
oh, and some sleep.

quiet slumber evaluated as a continuous function of heteronomous logic

Goes the weasel! all
around the cobbler's bench;

The monkey chased the weasel-
pop! came the rain-
merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily under the
haystack, and

Washed the spider out;
he called for his pipe, and he

Called-

For his Bowl-
to see a lamb at School;
baa,
baa,    Black      Sheep--

Fast
asleep.
The blanket was cold, but the wind was warm. Silence stretched like a lazy hammock through the spicy air between the maples.

"so. who needs homework?"

"not I," said the half-checkerboarded circus. "In our land, such a thing has never been."

They sat awhile, listening as the blushing leaves giggled, and realized this was indeed the truth of the matter.

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