Shame on me, oh infrequent blogger.

I have spent night after night binding in the really cold studio--in 3 shirts, coat, scarf, gloves with cut-off fingers. But I have chapbooks.

Now I need to start compiling a list & mailing. Get the damn things out of my hands. (Which also means that if I don't see you regularly, you should email me your mailing address).

And today I received my theory papers back after much anticipation over a not-so-organized professor and took a deep breathe again.

I am looking forward to the break. I have stacks of books. I have an idea of a new section of my thesis maybe. That I thought the entire thing was going to be the longish series that I've been working on, but perhaps it will only be one of a couple or few sections (still likely the longest section). The adventures of marie&marie -- which started from --


It has been three days and I cannot find the box I fit in last year--Marie & Marie have gone dancing, and she asks if it makes me uncomfortable.

I am smaller now. Instead violence and dishwashing are up, and I think perhaps its wrong of me to say you are material, that your mouth is material, though I'm sure you'd understand my distaste for dirty dishes. Marie says anything. I do not understand the question. We have made our reservations and she goes looking for something to wake.

I promise to let you know what I'm reading.