quagmire

I am at a loss.
I can't write anything, and I can't ask questions. Of anything.
This needs to pass quickly- I haven't got time for drawn-out episodes of confusion/desultory effort.

thnxxxgiv 2k11

I embark tomorrow morning for the great (not yet) white north land.
My hopes are high, mostly because north = reunion with Marge, whom I love immensely.
I am armed with music in my pocket from a sweet boy, a homemade map and a tank full of gas.

Also I learned to sing Jingle Bells in German today. It''s good to remember the languages you learn.

I will conquer the prairie in the morning.

TYoPA

This year may have been the worst time ever to deem "The Year of Physical Affection". I don't know anyone in Nebraska with whom I can share my physical affections without being 100% creepy (100% creepy is never my objective: I max out at 89%).
If you are reading this, and you plan to see me before the year ends, plan to make up for lost time.
And Let's PLEASE make it as awkward as possible for everyone else in the room.

tidbits

I hate the word tidbit.

Here are some links that have been open on my browser this weekend seemingly endlessly:

1.Dating.

2. Thinking you are smart.

3. Church.

4. One of the most important things in the world is freedom of the mind.

5.Knowing and inhabiting the world (I just generally love this blog...)

6. Childish. ("these girls droppin' like the NASDAQ". Genius.)

I just want to bake pies and cut my hair.

Round II

By way of update to this, I should now like to commemorate that this town often smells of aged beef jerkey, there are many strange sounds at night (such as street sweepers and owls and cackling women), often my house wiggles for the benefit of the thundering trains that pass through a block away, and I am suspicious of the cold because I am always.

To hell with this place/I want nothing more than to be in love.

there is an alarmingly increasing amount in the things I might enjoy forgetting.

I feel like this

a lot lately. Growing up is hard.

My Baby

This is a semi-official link to my graduate school project. It isn't really a finished website yet, but we are working on it.
In slightly related news, I am working on writing a rejection letter to everyone who applies but whose work doesn't really fit with the project. So far I have written:

           Dear [Insert Name],

                    The Great Plains Art Museum at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln would like to sincerely thank you for your submission to our juried exhibition, “Contemporary Indigeneity: The New Art of the Great Plains”.  We received a surprisingly large amount of submissions, and frankly, yours sucked. It was not really what we were looking for, so we ask you to please come pick it up. It will be in the dumpster located in the alley between P and Q streets off of 12^th in downtown Lincoln, Nebraska, as that is where we felt it was most appropriately displayed.

We hope you will apply again to our next show!

And just remember, that which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.

-Alicia Harris

Obviously 100% appropriate? I haven't ever really been rejected before, so I'm not sure how to do this tactfully. Any tips??