By Kim Addonizio
He'd left his belt. She
followed him and
threw it in the street.
Wine: kisses: snake: end
of their story. Be-
gin again, under-
stand what happened; de-
spite that battered
feeling, it will have been
worth it; better to
have etc…
(—not to have been born
at all— Schopenhauer.)
But, soft! Enter tears.
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Friday was nearly as bitterly cold as Thursday. Since Adam had school that finally opened on time in the morning, I woke Daniel up early and dragged him out for a haircut before he goes back to College Park. Then he, Paul, and I had lunch together, and Paul took him to meet with the professor for whom he's T.A.ing this spring while I went to get Adam from track.
I wrote a review of Deep Space Nine's still-problematic "Children of Time", we had dinner with my parents, then we had a Johnny Depp double-header since Ed Wood was on (the kids hadn't seen it) and Sleepy Hollow (not my favorite version of the story, but something like 2/3 of the cast was in Harry Potter later on, and the women's roles aren't bad). From downtown several months ago:
The skeleton of an ancient penguin at the National Museum of Natural History...
...and fossilized creatures from the ancient seas.
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