Monthly Archives: November 2007

Texas: day 2.112

Ants. The first few were cute but then I discovered over one million having a time in my plant plates. Apparently the panacea for ants in plants is baby powder + white vinegar but i only had gold bond + raid so here’s hoping. sadly, plant corner, which had been my glory, my love, of this texas autumn, is now a shell of its former self. a chicken plucked. a dog neutered in the night. a pig skinned.

Anecdote:
One time, I had a friend named Daniel, who is actually still my friend. One time I was in Paris France during June and Daniel was there too, but we were not there together. That April, before we went our separate ways to Paris France we sat in Kline Commons in Annandale-on-Hudson New York and discussed our separate trips to France while eating a lunch of gardenburger patties, yellow oranges and sprinkles. We decided that we would meet at the back left leg of the Eiffel Tower on June 5 at 3:30 p.m. France Time. Given our collective flakiness and anti-European dispostions the probability of this meeting seemed very low. Nevertheless on June 5th at 3:34 p.m. I flung myself under the eiffel tower and who was also there but Daniel! I even totally went to the back right leg of the tower bc i’m mildly dyslexic but we still found each other. Dreams do come true.

I have to go memorize the play i’m in (“Oleanna,” by David Mamet, Dec 6-9 8 p.m. in Burdine) because it’s like, next week. joke’s on me!

Texas: day 2.98

Today I offer a medium-rare reflection of Texas: Semester III as we near the milestone of Texas: year 2, day 100. Americans love milestones and as an American and an American studies major trying to manipulate cet blog into a thesis so i can always and forever have “cum laude” as my middle name I will celebrate this milestone with gusto.

Texas: Semester III has been amusing inasmuch as it occurred while I was doing other things. Such things include but are not limited to mustering an appreciation for the French language (not even close), amassing a collection of friendly succulents (above and beyond) and losing a battle with spray paint, the consequence of which left my glasses lenses white for a short, yet terrifying, period. Alas, time and soap are salves for the myopic.

Long ago when I attended Bard College I fancied myself an anthropologist but now at Texas College I know that is an unecessary academique term for “journalist” aka heart attack. so that is what i will do. they both pay about the same.

in the meantime i have been living in this new one-room apartment for three months and i still don’t know how to work the shower. but as a wise ben franklin once said, “there are three things extremely hard. steel, a diamond, to know one’s self.”

Texas: day 2.89

Hello family and and friends! it is november now, the month of creativity, the month of art. i started early by writing a series of halloween haiku on oct 31. then today nov. 3 i stenciled a shirt but that sucked because impatience when stenciling leads to a sucky shirt that says “afoeijpfoaijf” instead of “leah.” however — if at first you dont try, succeed and succeed again, which i WILL because i JUST got FOUR new SHIRTS for ONE dollar at A garage SALE. in addition to that fiscal victory my collaging is going well; jfk looks great if not a little bloated, jackie o a little lonely and me, somewhere inbetween.

also, i’m in a play! my brain is exploding! membranes everywhere!

bye