Sunday, May 01, 2005

I do too many of these.

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Thursday, April 28, 2005

Stinky Link

Man, that link to the cities quiz in the pre-defined format doesn't work at all, use this:

Woo cities!

American Cities That Best Fit You:

70% New York City
65% Chicago
65% Philadelphia
65% San Francisco
60% Washington, DC

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Spring Break Photos

After much delay, I am finally posting the few pictures I took over the Crew Trip spring break. For whatever reason, I am not allowed to put them all in one post, so they are in several successive posts. Aaaand . . . off to do many many papers.

Peace, y'all.

Georgia/Franny/Scary Sarah enjoying having their legs on the ceiling Posted by Hello

More legs/Georgia smiling Posted by Hello

Gary on top of the van Posted by Hello

Better view of Gary's bottom Posted by Hello

Stretch it ouuuuuuuuuuut Posted by Hello

Spooning. Activity of unusual frequence on this trip. Posted by Hello

Kim happy, Maura making face Posted by Hello

Friday, April 08, 2005

It's Official . . .

that I am registered for the GRE . . . . eeek! Saturday, June 25th 8:30am. I already have the books. Registration won't open for the subject tests again until August, so I still have some time there . . . now the question is "Where should Sarah apply?"

In other news, I went back to rowing practice today after an extended break due to a back injury. All I was "allowed" to do (according to Coach Don) was do the warm-up jog around the track then do the elliptical machines while everyone else erged. I suppose it could be worse.

And last but not least . . . (why am I so big on the ellipses today?) I have submitted my application to do a Senior Honors Thesis, working with Dr. Carver again at the Children's School. Hopefully, I'll be working in cognitive development this time, hopefully language acquisition.

Alright, that's the news from Lake Sarahbegone,


Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Combined Poetry Reading

So, I am in a poetry class this semester that had a sort of mentor/partnership program with a local high school. Us crazy college kids made up assignments for ourselves and our partners to do, which we discussed in subsequent meetings and revised together. All in all a pretty neat project.

Anyways, the end result was a publication that printed one poem from everyone involved in the project, and a little poetry reading down at the high school, which was held this evening. In case you're interested, which I know my family members said they were, this is the poem that I read:

A Climb at 5am, Machu Picchu, Cuzco, Peru

The Ascent

The American girls ascending the inlaid stone steps
lost count around fourteen hundred.

Their breath formed white mist in the predawn Peruvian
air. It was the Fourth of July.

The dew sliding off the crowded foliage
ticked their rain slicks and clung to their faces.

The undersides of thousands of leaves
quietly exhaled five billion oxygen sighs.

Base Camp

The town where they awoke at the base
of the long ascent had greeted them with greedy

crow’s feet. Every fifth face spoke Quetzal.
The other four fifths spoke tourist.

Ponchos and flashlights were bought the evening
of arrival. On the street, from the solid meld of bodies

sprouted merchandise in hot pinks and aquas. Morning
came first for the girls – climbing alone.

The Arrival

The break in the trees yawned and presented
the city gates atop the now illuminated peak.

The flashlights clicked off and the girls stepped
out on the first of the terraces.

The packs they carried slid off, a quarter of the weight
of each stone used to build the one-hundred fifty buildings.

And here is the poem my partner, Ashley Smith read, in answer to the same assignment:

Maloney Gardens

I arrived at Building #5;
this would be my second year seeing it.
I put my things down in my cousin's room,
grabbed my CD player, and stepped out the steel-
1A door.
The palm trees.
I loved it.
The ground was hot, but I loved walking barefooted.
Down below was a grassy area. Indian, Asian, African
children playing cricket. I wanted to play, but paid
no attention.
A Yankee girl, with an American accent, was never going
to be invited to
play cricket.
It reminded me a lo of when my friends would go up to
the field and play
kick ball,
every evening, when the day was orange.
I walked to a corner of the building where the breeze
was cool, very cool.
I sat dwon and looked over at the streets of Maloney
I put my head phones on, and started listening, not to music
but to the Trinidadian people.
Reggae, salsa, dancehall, and soca music.
It felt as if I was at my own private Carnival. Just me,
no one else, but the Caribbean breeze.

End note:
"If you don't understand a poem, it is the fault of the writer, not the reader. Poetry is communication. There is never anything hidden in a poem that you have to 'get'."
-Gerald Costanzo, Survey of Forms: Poetry

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Testing out my ability to post pictures. This is my boat at the end of spring break. Hands in! Posted by Hello

Welcome to my blog.

Hello all,

Welcome to my happy little blogspot where, hopefully, I will remember to update regularly and keep those nearest and dearest to me informed of my goings-on. (That and this is what all the cool kids do.) So! Happy reading. And hopefully happy posting comments.