Yet another holiday
that I've minimally celebrate
d, or not celebrated at all. Oh, well, it's okay, really, I have more important things
to think about. Life's a lot complicated at the moment. And I think we're going to go up North
and check out north Oakland
. It just seems like the best choice at this point. Maybe I'll reapply to Berkeley
in the winter
, but right now I just want an apartment
Other than that, I'm working on my paper doll
project, reading a little Herb Caen
, and poking about the WWW
looking at potential job
s and apartment
I came across a poem that I like and strikes me well just now, but I don't feel like noding up Su Dongbo
today. Here's the poem, though. It's about a thousand years old.
Spring night - one hour worth a thousand gold coins.
Clear scent of flowers, shadowy moon,
Songs and flutes upstairs - silk threads of sound.
In the garden, a swing, where night is deep and still.