i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
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holy cow! is that.... sun? *gapes*
i was scheduled to go over to leopoldo's tonight, but portland is still in the midst of the snowy shutdown, and after taking out someone's mailbox last week, i'm inclined to stay home. sven experimented with different modes of transport down the hill outside of his house today, but strangely enough, i have yet to venture into the white stuff myself, not even to retrieve the mexican cocoa i left in the car returning from new year's on the coast.
today's poem from poem a day is john berryman's "sonnet 115" ("it was a good evening, an evening to please,/I kissed her in the kitchen -ecstasies-"). though all the easy links i found had typos. :(
oh, yeah: michael says i talked in my sleep last night, something about a birthday and holidays. he says he doesn't remember me doing that before.