There is something so achingly beautiful about this. I remember I took about ten photos of this man, trying to capture him in all his essence and I just wasn't able to commandeer (as we often must do as photographers) all the deserved allure and pulchritude in a photo. But, this will have to do.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
The compound view from my bedroom
On a more positive and beneficial note, I did enjoy a papaya boat on this very balcony with Harvey Keitel the likes-to-poop-behind-my-dresser (but-I-did-it-on-a-plastic-bag-this-time!) cat this morning. Boats, tea and rambutans pirated from the Valentines’ Day dinner fruit display compliments of the Hilton buffet last night. Breakfast is over and now, onto the essays.
What did I say? Or was it didn't?
I am now in the process of writing the THIRD grad school/PhD "please accept me and here's why" essay of 2010. Despite the logical conclusion, "hooray Jessica is finally going to grad school", none of these essays are for my own benefit. At least not the kind that will actually get yours truly into school. Someday I will write my own and feel less like this crocheted camel in the back of a pick up. But, not today. Kindly let me know if you would like to volunteer for this service as well.
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