August 26th, 2002 at 10:14 pm
Applying to graduate schools. It
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Applying to graduate schools. It wouldn’t feel right to blog now even if I did have the time for it. It would feel like skipping some of the most important chapters in a book. So until I have the time to tell you,however briefly, how my way of looking at things has changed, you must be patient and read other people’s blogs.
Not that I notice a tremendous deprivation on your parts, but still.
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{tremendous deprivation}
August 27th, 2002 at 5:48 pm{all seconded and shit}
September 9th, 2002 at 1:01 am::pangs of loss and sorrow::
September 9th, 2002 at 1:17 amOkay, they’re pangs two weeks late… but its the thought that counts!
(how long can it possibly take to apply to graduate schools?)
September 9th, 2002 at 1:18 am::longs for Katherine’s return to blogging::
September 9th, 2002 at 1:50 amKatherine has lost all the papers she wrote while she was at St. John’s, at least the computer files thereof, and is going to have to retype some of them for grad schools, and that is going to take a good deal of time.
September 9th, 2002 at 8:01 amOy!
September 9th, 2002 at 9:05 amDoes she have hard copies, then?
September 9th, 2002 at 9:08 amShe does, but they are in Conneticut, and they have tutor markings on them.
September 9th, 2002 at 9:10 pmA scanner and software with character recognition might considerably lessen the retyping time. If its worth it to her to have them retrieved and copies shipped to Seattle, I have both.
September 9th, 2002 at 9:15 pmdarn cookies!
September 9th, 2002 at 9:16 pmFortunately, my family has a scanner, and they’ve sent me the best that the OCR could make out of them. Not too too much help in the case of "A Mote To Trouble the Mind’s ‘I’: Ismene, the Dual, and the Self", or indeed in my Freshman essay, which both have Greek all over them, but still much better than having to type the whole damn things out again, dammit.
I miss you all too!
September 9th, 2002 at 10:15 pmEssay calamity!
September 10th, 2002 at 3:44 pmRight now I am going to cheat and say something which I really shouldn’t be saying. If I break my non-bloggage vow only in cases of distress, then what sort of impression will you get of my life? Balance this reflection, then, with a glory and joy and happiness not yet recounted, with the delightful crunchy pleasure of the dialectic transforming the soul.
But for now, imagine a long, loose braid of hair, and imagine a bright sunny fall day, with the leaves crisp and crunchy and all scattered under foot. Now imagine five hours of martial arts training - rolling on those leaves, tumbling on them, being thrown on them, and then call up in your mind an image of how that braid looks at the end of the day. Bits of broken sticks protrude from a hopeless snarl of hair, into which are inextricably tangled crushed and broken fragments of papery leaves.
Even so did the crane mobile appear when I lifted it out of its sorry garbage bag, into which some mover, anxious to preserve it, had placed it when it came time to clean out the back-stage where it had been stored. However, in a bag, it was not really visible as something easily crushable, and it was found by one of the gallery guards cleaning out the back-stage, thrown into a corner with a number of heavy blankets stacked on top of it.
Now, I thought that I was coming to some sort of wisdom regarding the transigence of creation. And I suppose I am, but while I don’t think I’m all that sad, I have a bitter headache, which makes me suspect that something in me hasn’t achieved enlightenment in this regard.
Dammit, I’m tired of losing all my creations! Can’t I keep even one of them? First all my stories and now this! Not to mention that every time this year I’ve made anything in the pottery studio, my own negligence has set my creations up to be wrecked by someone else.
That’s the wrong attitude, I know. Once I’ve made something, it’s passed out of me altogether. I can’t re-write something or repair something; once it’s done it’s gone, and its continued existence no longer affects me. If you destroy something that I’m in the process of making, then I get very upset, but once I’ve made it, it’s no more mine than anyone else’s.
Yet I still feel for my creation some little more affection than I would for anyone else’s. Alas for the futility of all my work! Alas alas.
September 10th, 2002 at 11:42 pmGODDAMMIT, we need to do a Blogmass and the Thousand Paper Cranes thing!
September 10th, 2002 at 11:49 pmSomething beautiful was destroyed carelessly. Something you made. Is it not right to feel sad?
I feel sad.
September 10th, 2002 at 11:51 pmI feel very very sad indeed. When I heard on Cassie’s blog, I made a little noise of deep and sincere sadness. It was the saddest thing I’ve heard in a while.
September 10th, 2002 at 11:55 pmthe mobile of cranes i have never seen. i feel very sad that i missed it. i am sorry about your cranes, katherine.
September 11th, 2002 at 12:08 ami cannot make cranes, i fear, but i can make you frogs out of index cards if it would cheer you up…look! they jump when you tap them!
Froggies!
September 11th, 2002 at 8:53 amIt made me über-sad and angry when I saw it on Cassie’s blog. I remember always walking into ya’ll’s room and being worried I’d kill it, or it’d kill me. And sitting on the floor, batting at the cranes to make them spin until Tracy told me to stop it. I agree with Mar-tin. We need to do something like the Thousand Cranes.
September 11th, 2002 at 9:31 am