Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Cap and gown
As I write this, Adam's waiting in line with his graduation regalia in hand. Seventy-something dollars, three years in the making.
So much of our lives have revolved around grad school. A not-inconsiderable number of our fights, too. We've had to postpone or forget about trips, he's been stressed due to homework and exams, and I've had to make professional decisions based on supporting his endeavor.
Is it worth it? Oh, hell yeah. I think.
So much of our lives have revolved around grad school. A not-inconsiderable number of our fights, too. We've had to postpone or forget about trips, he's been stressed due to homework and exams, and I've had to make professional decisions based on supporting his endeavor.
Is it worth it? Oh, hell yeah. I think.
Today's writing
I wake at two-thirty in the morning. There was no dream, no earthquake, nothing to shock me awake and jolt me into consciousness.
The bedroom is quiet, the silence punctuated with Adam’s breath. Adam is my husband. We were married ten months ago. Billy Joel was our wedding song of choice, “Just the Way You Are.” We didn’t care that it wasn’t cool. We danced and grinned for photos.
But I couldn’t look at those photos.
The bedroom is quiet, the silence punctuated with Adam’s breath. Adam is my husband. We were married ten months ago. Billy Joel was our wedding song of choice, “Just the Way You Are.” We didn’t care that it wasn’t cool. We danced and grinned for photos.
But I couldn’t look at those photos.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
So true
"All that you have is your soul." - Tracy Chapman
She said "don't be tempted by the shiny apple." Somehow the shiny apple never tastes as sweet as it looks, does it?
She said "don't be tempted by the shiny apple." Somehow the shiny apple never tastes as sweet as it looks, does it?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dream
I get a call: I have an agent. To celebrate I drive to the city. I park in Chinatown and the car rolls down the hill. People loot it. I get a few nice instant messages. Truly odd. I don't even really chat online.
Lost in Translation
Sleepless in Phoenix, kept awake by the voices below me, I'm watching Lost in Translation.
The first time I saw it in the theaters, I was by myself. I was in a crowd, in a too-large theater in San Francisco. The Metreon, I think. There was a woman next to me who kept loudly explaining all the nuances to her companion. I wanted to shove my fist so far down her throat that she would feel it in her kidneys, but instead I concentrated on the movie. It worked, sort of.
The next time I saw it I was with Adam. We were in the apartment he once shared with his girlfriend, the one he was in the process of moving out of. She was already gone. "It's so quiet," he said. When we lay on the couch I was amazed at how well he made our bodies fit together, how we wrapped around each other as if we were designed to do just that.
Tonight I am alone. I have a greater understanding of the movie, of the silences that stretch when you're alone, when you watch the world and realize you don't have much of a part in it. I understand that perhaps better than I should.
The first time I saw it in the theaters, I was by myself. I was in a crowd, in a too-large theater in San Francisco. The Metreon, I think. There was a woman next to me who kept loudly explaining all the nuances to her companion. I wanted to shove my fist so far down her throat that she would feel it in her kidneys, but instead I concentrated on the movie. It worked, sort of.
The next time I saw it I was with Adam. We were in the apartment he once shared with his girlfriend, the one he was in the process of moving out of. She was already gone. "It's so quiet," he said. When we lay on the couch I was amazed at how well he made our bodies fit together, how we wrapped around each other as if we were designed to do just that.
Tonight I am alone. I have a greater understanding of the movie, of the silences that stretch when you're alone, when you watch the world and realize you don't have much of a part in it. I understand that perhaps better than I should.
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