I have just moved into a studio apartment with my boyfriend. I have a thankless job and he is a graduate student = we are broke.

This is our needs and wants list. In case somebody's feeling inordinately magnanimous. We will bake you cookies, design your future homes, edit your up-and-coming novels in return.

The Studio-Warming

Linens -N- Things

Target

I hate Diaryland and its stupid, capricious servers, because they won't let me post right now.

Anyway--

I knew there was a reason why I've been so completely taken by Columbia, to the exclusion of all other universities worldwide. I was just checking out the English department course list, and who should I find teaching Intro. to Poetry Writing but Saskia Hamilton?

Witness:

http://www.columbia.edu/cu/bulletin/uwb/

Sigh. Kenyon must have been kind of a one-year fluke for her, or maybe a whim; the College on the Hill after all, the birth of the New Criticism, John Crowe Ransom and Robert Lowell and all the dreamy, poetic academe-fancy one can stomach in the comfort of her NYC loft. Or whatever, what do I know.

Stop, New York, stop doing this to me, I can't right now, I can't.

I'm seeking out the familiar comfort of Sebadoh to match this wave of melancholy that's knocked the wind out of me. Mikey would understand. Did understand. But of course, we tend to rhapsodize about and think for the dead. Shitty thoughts, because he never brings me flowers, and he didn't call. You know? And great loves are just a little bit greater than that. So I feel some cloudy shade of cheated. And I need something that kicks ass a little more angrily. Maybe Fugazi. I haven't been getting enough music therapy lately, that's what.

http://www.miami.com/mld/streetmiami/4460316.htm

Tom Dowd dies

This really saddens me: The demise of Elephant 6.

Are you compatible?

Some interesting questions.

Ok. It happened. I found it. The best online quiz ever made. Many gratuitous digs at Elton John, too. I laughed, I cried (from the effort), I laughed some more.