Gosh what a good thing that I lugged my camera all the way to Brooklyn seeing as I did not take the lens cap off one. single. time.

*sigh*

Surely it was not for a lack of fabulous photographic subjects-- have a gander over at Christine's if you want to see what someone who brings their camera to NYC and actually USES it can capture.

I have put a photo of tulips from some past Spring up here tonight as before I left for the city crawl I had a house full of tulips which was so lovely. Of course, now I have a number of vases filled with browned stems and surrounded by fallen petals positioned around the house-- but I'll get to cleaning those up right after I unpack which had better be soon since I head out on Tuesday to OBX for some time with Michelle.

Meantime I have been receiving letters from my alma mater. Too many letters. Honestly, I'm starting to feel harrassed. It's all about getting me to come to the reunion this June. Why would I do that?

I have not been back to that campus since the day I graduated. Anyone that I wanted to stay in touch with, I have stayed in touch with. So, I'm puzzled. Do they think I am really going to go into a cocktail party, make small talk with people I don't actually know, try to find what classes we might have both attended, or what pools of beer we might have passed out in together? It just doesn't make sense to me.

Most recently they have sent me a survey to fill out that will be shared with the group-- a now and then, as it were. For anyone who has never blogged and missed the whole era when people were filling out these kind of things-- perhaps it's creative and fun? To me it just seems passe and sad, and ultimately? I worked in MIT's alumni office right after college so I have no illusions about why they really want me there. Show me the money, baby.

But, if you want sadness-- I've got a sad little blog post for you--->I am so completely tired in this moment and yet want to connect with you all that I am going to fill it out for you. It's true I don't really know who reads this site, but I feel quite confident that no one that I went to college has ever found it. And so, here we go-- I find it hard to believe any of this will come as a surprise to you since you actually know me (unlike my hypothetical cocktail party conversation partner).

CAREER GOAL
THEN: make a living as a writer
NOW: um, what's a career?

BEDTIME
THEN: 5 a.m.
NOW: 9:30 p.m.

FAVORITE PLACE
THEN: a wild dance party
NOW: a meadow

FAVORITE INDULGENCES
THEN: weed, wine & dancing into the morning
NOW: long walks, yoga & meditation

SATURDAY NIGHT ACTIVITY
THEN: partying
NOW: in the studio

BOOK OR AUTHOR
THEN: The Sound and the Fury
NOW: Mary Oliver

FAVORITE MOVIE
THEN: Animal House
NOW: I'll just direct you here.

BEST ADVICE
THEN: beer before liquor, never sicker, liquor before beer, you're in the clear
NOW: follow your bliss

HERO/HEROIN
Okay, this was where I really lost it-- you are going to send out a questionnaire to, oh I don't know-- hundreds of college graduates and you don't CATCH a spelling error like the difference between HEROIN and HEROINE . . but that's just me.

SOMETHING PEOPLE MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT YOU
THEN: I was the one who broke into the cupola and fell down four flights of steps but lived to tell the tale.
NOW: I have a painting that is going to be in an upcoming artbook and I am going to have two paintings in a show this Spring.

FAVORITE TECHNOLOGY
THEN: my typewriter
NOW: my laptop

BIGGEST THRILL
THEN: passing my Sorbonne exams
NOW: connecting with people who speak my language

bisous, E

got 2 cents?