Monday, March 31, 2008

i remembered that i have feathers

The bell jar is only made of plastic. If you have wings, you can get out. You get wings by remembering:

Almost 3 years ago exactly
March 2005 La Cima, El Salvador
(i started writing down 5 things that made me happy everyday)
1- Hno Mixco and his guitar.
2. The story of Roxanna and the Bus.
3. Fireworks for the grand opening of Pollo Campero.
4. The walk home through Antiguo on cobble stones.
5. Old man Julio in La Cima I.

“We had a noche de hogar with Hno. Mixco. He had his guitar in the corner and we were asking him about it. He pulled it out and started playing. We were outside and he was playing some variation of mariachi music. The sun was setting and it was all blue as he played-i felt very infinite at that moment. There are a lot of moment like that here....

Some other things that give me feathers:
*mail that comes from Pine St- (my kindred)
*pizza in a bar decorated with american idol conversation
*the old clock outside Zion’s Bank
*chaos theory- Ben's thought about it anyway...
*raspberry herb tea.
*talks with God (that i was reminded i should have more often
-thanks toni bish johnson and others)

Saturday, March 29, 2008

inside the bell jar

This may/may not be what a part of my quarter life crisis looks like:

miss placed was long faced
she was oddly shaped
and unlaced

and she knew the truth...
no one needs her

no one, but no one, will keep her.

(is everyone sick of the “Miss” poems yet?
‘Cause I can guarantee that i will write more of them)

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Mad Girl’s Love Song –Silvia Plath

i'm getting really tired of me

Wednesday, March 26, 2008


lots of flats
that have been/or could potentially be worried about...
flat hair
flat lines
flat worlds
flat chest
flat feet
flat face
flat rates
flat tires
last fall my bike tire went flat:

today it was my car tire. The passenger side rear to be exact.

When I got to my car and noticed the tire, I also noticed a folded up piece of notebook paper stuck in my windshield wiper. In scribbly, large handwriting it read, and i quote exactly,: "you're tire is hella flat. you might want to put some air in it before it blows"
That made me laugh so hard despite my flat situation
thank you, concerned university student.
i hate flat.

ps.(i complain a lot these days)

Friday, March 14, 2008


I miss the long hair...

How shallow/dumb/vain/idontknowwhat is that? It’s just hair...

The thing is, last night I was watching Reality Bites (uh-huh, Reality Bites) with friends and one of them asked me.. "You used to have long hair??"

Then it hit me. There are people, people I consider friends, who only know me with short hair...

i don’t know why, but it made me a little sad...

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

OH andrew...

i am pretty sure that if i could be on a walk with anyone, anywhere right this very moment.. this is who it would be and this is what it would look like:

(thanks to ben for introducing me to blogotheque)

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Illuminating thoughts on love from some 7 year olds..

Conversation #1 (the bus ride to the Natural History Museum)
The sun shines in the school bus window on both Armando and I sitting next to eachother

Armando: Miss Emily, the sun keeps following me!
Me: Welp, maybe the sun wants to hang out with you because it likes your GI Joe shirt.
Armando: Or it has a crush on me?
Me: Or it has a crush on you.
Armando: Miss Emily, why would he have a crush on me? Does the sun think I am a girrrrl?
Me: Humm, I couldn’t be sure. What makes you think the sun is a boy? Maybe the sun is a girl? Don’t you think that she is pretty?
Armando: (slouches and puts his head on my shoulder) Oh, no... I am not thinking about girlfriends right now.

Conversation #2 (the bus ride home from the Natural History Museum)
Takes place, for the most part, in the seat behind me where Jael and Saverio are talking, I tuned in mid-conversation:
Saverio: Jael, seriously she loves Hot Cheetos. Every time I bring them she asks me for them.
(my mind travels back to about 3 weeks ago we were in the music room playing a game and Jael tapped me and said, “know who I like in this class? I like Yesenia” He points to Yesenia, a shy little girl with black hair is wearing a pink shirt and has her hair in a bun. I tell Jael that he has made an excellent choice.)
Jael: I know, I know that she likes them! That’s why I was asking you! Do you have any left?
Saverio: Yeah, I have the bag back at school.
Jael: Can I have some?
Saverio: ummmm.. (looks at him, unsure)
Jael: I will give you my snack tomorrow.
Saverio: Okay. How many do you want?
Jael: (directs the conversation toward me) Miss Emily, do you have any zip lock bags back at school?
Me: Yeah. I will get you one.
Jael: Yesss. (To Sevario) Just a bag.

I think to myself, ‘a zip lock bag full of hot cheetos... this used to be a lot easier’

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Lessons Learned in Good Ol' NYC

To mention just a few...

Sugar free candy can act as a laxative.
That when very large, scary strangers tell you it's a "bad neighborhood" inBrooklyn, they ain't lyin'.
Sometimes if you get too distracted while looking at the SNL set at NBC, Amy Poehler will pass right behind you and most likely look at your bum.
If you did a lot of drugs in Amsterdam and you hate Jesus- you should probably write a broadway rock musical about those things.
Do not piss of the mean girl with very wide hips who works at Conan O'Brian, she will put you in the very back row.
Conan really is that funny.
Star bucks is better on time square and after 11:30pm.
Johnny Knoxville wears white sailor hats when he walks into MTV sometimes.
Snow is just as sucky on the east coast.
The Metropolitan Opera is bigger and more beautiful and ten times more amazing you every imagined, epically the view from the orchestra pit.
"Sure thing, chicken wing" might be the correct response to a variety of questions and/or comments.
If it's in the MOMA and it involves a detergent bottle- don't look at it! (it is not art, at all).
If you feel you need to cry, just take some Dayquil.
Strawberry Fields is a designated quiet zone.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art is closed on Monday's :(
A certain NYU professor of acting cant actually act or control her voice levels.. and she wears... nylons.... only..
At Motzart's Cafe, get the desert platter.
Abby is hotter, braver and stronger than I am.
My sister is the coolest person alive (i already knew that though).
Toys R Us is way more fun than FAO Swartz... and has way more impressive Lego creations.
Surrounding yourself with lots of people you really, really like in an awesome city is really a fantastic idea.
Airplanes are better with Liz.
Mango gelato is delicious.

Arg, there are so many more that I know I am failing to mention here

I also remembered that life is pretty much awesome. I don't know why I forget that sometimes. In NY, I went ahead and forgot some silly things that were bogging me down and felt, over all, like I took a large and refreshing breath of fresh, new air.

New York, you did lots for me. Thank you, thank you very much.