It's late, and I'm tired out of my mind, but there's just something so neat about free wireless in a hotel room, so I wanted to take advantage of it and blog. It's been a long day, but lukily only one flight, and here I am in Atlanta at a hotel that seems to lie directly under the flight path of every aircraft landing at Hartsfield. Plus, the people across the hall have decided it is time to paaaar-tay. Lucky jet-lagged me.
Today (what is today? Today English time: Nov 13) is my little brother's twentieth birthday. I feel old.
I have no idea how I'm going to manage to stay awake enough for eleven interviews in two days. What's the opposite of Xanax?
Tomorrow I will get up early (feeling refreshed....?), perhaps work out in the hotel's fitness center before breakfast (erm... did I emphasize the perhaps enough there? I'm trying to be idealistic here), and then I'll take the hotel shuttle back to the airport to rent a car from Alamo and begin my drive to Birmingham, Alabama. Hopefully, I'll get to meet up with Rachel there tomorrow evening after she gets off work! Interviews Tuesday and Wednesday, and then a late night flight out of Atlanta to New Orleans, where Lori will meet me. (Can I admit to nerves and the slight desire to fast forward until Wednesday night?!)
One thing at a time. Thing number one: bed.
Night night!
to see the world the way I see it now
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introduction to poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-- Billy Collins
Every tear you cry
Every doubt you have
All of these things will pass away
All of your big mistakes
Your little old heart would break
Wishing that i could take them back
Write down the things you don't want
Burn them in a glass
Write down the things you dream of
Make a paper plane that flies to Heaven
-- Jann Arden
Sunday, November 12, 2006
across the pond
It's such a nice surprise to find a post from you! No need to be nervous about the interviews. Just be your fabulous self and knock their socks off. They're already impressed with you or you wouldn't have eleven interviews.