Recordings

Maya Rappaport's Art Supplement Recordings:
Marcello's Viola Sonata in D
Personal Recording "Worlds"
Bach Cello Suite No. 3, Bourrees I and II

Scenes

Outdoors

Yesterday we drove around the cape. We saw gulls fly up above the pavement with shells in their mouths and watched them drop the shells to eat what's inside. We saw a dead young porpoise, lying on its side, washed up by the storm, eyes picked out by birds. We saw sea flats covered in snow and in sand and in shells, we saw tiny shorebirds and sandpipers, we saw homes for sale and dreamed about them.

There is a lot of beauty and a lot of horror in nature.

I am using the clubhouse's internet to worry about college applications and to wonder if my essays are good enough.

It's gray outdoors but not for much longer...

Shoshana is coming down to see us tonight. Chris is coming down sometime soon.

Faux pas

Do I wish everyone a Merry Christmas?
Or, uh.

I don't know.

I don't know about a lot of things.

(I love you!)

Fly.

This is how I feel.

Bukowski

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

mrrrr

My throat is all hurty and stuff.
And I am tired of college applications, but also tired of not being in college. Boo.
My best friend is home (and all cute and stuff)!

Oops.

I am terrible at keeping up posting on something.
Oops.
But it's not as though it matters, seeing as who actually reads this or cares if it is update? Not me!

At any rate, to get a taste of my life, go here to listen to my musics.