Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
- rich mullins
a spring break journal. thursday, 11:12 pm
it snowed yesterday. i enjoyed it mostly late in the evening, tracing letters on the ground near my steps. i was thinking about doing some more snow writing tomorrow, using small lines from robert frost poems. oh the irony.
then, i actually tried to be productive today, walking to the store to buy groceries and typing homework (a total of 1 page). the groceries i bought were for a small feast, my version of "babette's feast". dinner was lasagna, cooked with a wine/mushroom sauce instead of tomato, and sweet potato wedges. oh, and this crappy australian wine. that, i have decided, is the last cup of wine i will have for a long long time.
my feast wasn't as expensive, or as captivating, as babette's... but it worked. i'm going to try and be more productive again tommorow.
in other news, i'm trying to conjure up thoughts on "self worth" for a youth talk. where does one find self worth?
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i'm going pretty far back in time huh? have you noticed? do you know i've commented on all these old journals of yours? does it kind of weird you out? i kind of like testing new people. to see how they respond to different ways i like to relate. to sarcasm. to humor. to thoroughness. to fleeting and invasive closeness.
anyways, i've noticed a third thing.
you seem to be a guy who cooks. which is rare. maybe you are just masquarading as a guy who cooks. but pairing wine and pasta dishes is a bit more advanced than any of my guy friends go (actually...cooking themselves food instead of hollering "shaina! go get us some mcmuffins!" from the basement would be an accomplishment).
so i've decided that based on this assumption i'm making, when we are friends-in-person, you are going to cook me something sometime. it will be fun. and someday, i will return the favor and cook you some magic chicken sandwiches, or magic spaghetti, or magic cookies. (all my specialties start with "magic")
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