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insignificance in significance - Jane

It was Saturday morning and I had just gotten out of the taxi that brought me to Brooklyn from Queens to sell my handmade work at a flea market there. I saw a woman unloading something from the trunk of a car when I walked by and stopped to ask for directions. She pointed me to where I ought to go and I said my thanks. As I hurriedly unpack inside the event space, I saw her again, "Oh we're close to each other!" she exclaimed. I smiled and waved; a little surprised to see her. Sometime in the midst of events she stopped by my rack, "Do you need to use the bathroom?" she asks, "I will stand by your booth so you can go." I tell her I am fine. But she is not done, "They are giving free candy over there," she tells me, pointing to another side of the building, "would you like to go for some?" And I never say no to free candy! So I took her on her offer. At the end of the market on Saturday, things had not gone very well for me. She w…

It has been a while since I shot myself in a public space. So, on my way to do this shoot I wondered if it would be more challenging than the last time. But I was pleasantly surprised to find myself much more comfortable than I had ever felt shooting in public. It seems I have become comfortable doing something I once found extremely nerve-racking and embarrassing.
printed scarf & dress - gift  ||  shawl & cardigan -- I made them  ||  bracelet -- mawusi
As I watched the grasses move softly in the wind I thought they were not unlike a wild orchestra, and as I examine this photo in which I am actually falling, a brilliant idea took form: would not it be awesome if one could stand in the midst of grasses and pretend to be a a very mad and passionate conductor? One would then be forced to actually pay close attention to nature's song and thus move one's hands in dance to it

I wish thee a most beautiful weekend! (And I will be in Brooklyn, at the Renegade Craft fair, sell…

C'EST FAIT! I mean the writing part. The paper has been submitted. Now I wait to see if I graduate in June. A spring graduation sounds lovely, yes? But life feels weird. It feels strange that I am not writing this paper anymore. The thesis became so much a part of my life that it feels weird not having to arrange my life around it anymore.

Here is how it went: In the beginning when I could not even understand my thoughts––all I knew was that I was interested in examining sin through love from the perspective of Julian of Norwich––I listened to Vivaldi (I find music helpful when I am writing research papers and I have several excellent albums in my iTunes from an ex who had great taste in music). I love Vivaldi for when I am confused. He sorts you out very well.

When my thoughts started gaining shape, I went to Bach; He is helpful when one is in between things. When I went blank and could not think of anything to write, I listened to Isabel Beyrakdarian. Then for revision I used Co…

is there pulse outside time?          is there outside time? - Jane

Not my Best Side
by U. A. Fanthorpe

I

Not my best side, I'm afraid.
The artist didn't give me a chance to
Pose properly, and as you can see,
Poor chap, he had this obsession with
Triangles, so he left off two of my
Feet. I didn't comment at the time
(What, after all, are two feet
To a monster?) but afterwards
I was sorry for the bad publicity.
Why, I said to myself, should my conqueror
Be so ostentatiously beardless, and ride
A horse with a deformed neck and square hoofs?
Why should my victim be so
Unattractive as to be inedible,
And why should she have me literally
On a string? I don't mind dying
Ritually, since I always rise again,
But I should have liked a little more blood
To show they were taking me seriously.

II

It's hard for a girl to be sure if
She wants to be rescued. I mean, I quite
Took to the dragon. It's nice to be
Liked, if you know what I mean. He was
So nicely physical, with his claws
And lovely green skin, and that sexy tail,
And the way he lo…

--- Jane

Happy Friday the 13th! So it's not that I am completely vain but pictured here are two of the best presents I have ever received. I came home to them on one of those days when one is compelled to draw a nice little circle on the wall, put a nice little spot in the center, and eagerly bring one's forehead to make crushing contact until one becomes unconscious. I opened the mailbox expecting the usual rubbish, and there it was, a little innocent looking package. It took a minute to remember that my friend whom I have never met said she was sending me a package! Of course, I cried when I opened it. Look at what my dear Vacuum Sales Girl––a wonderful illustrator and painter, and one of the most beautiful people I am lucky to know––sent me! If ever I meet you, dear Prudence––and I must!––I'll hug the air out of you. You just wait. :P
Now I am excited to wear these pieces. I have never owned a body-con dress and I am uncertain how to wear it but that is the awesome thing about a g…