There's another Emily in town

High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending

High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dongeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.

All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;
Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.

Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.

--Emily Bronte, 1836

Oh. And.

Hair disaster averted. Patrick is a genius.

Sweater Weather

Yesterday the 10-day forecast was full to the gills of sun and 80-degree weather. I was supposed to be happy (such a gorgeous September!) but. I've been known to resist happiness. And. I hit JCrew pretty hard last week (slash it hit me, why are pretty things so pricey?) and bulked up my sweater collection. And. It's fall. I love the fall. I'll be mad when it snows but I think I'm ready for the fall.

Today: sporadic rain (what's the rain equivalent of a snow flurry?). Cooling everything down. Thanks the universe.


Oh. And something else: it might be that my life is awesome and blessed and I have most things under control (enough at least) and what's in order is not overriding change but, like, a deep breathe and a leisurely afternoon hike and a sigh of appreciation/relief. (Did this conclusion really take me by surprise? Again? Grrm.)

There comes a time

in every person's hair-growing journey when she resorts to desperate measures.

(Suckers at 9 am may or may not fall under the "desperate" category.)

'fin' is apt but very dramatic

This week/month/couple of months have been brilliant and difficult. I guess I want to apologize? Because it used to be I brought all of this swirl of uncertainty and joy and anxiety here (or here) to test and sort. I came to some good conclusions, I think, and am sort of proud of and delighted by the girl-woman-person I was [becoming]. But now, suddenly, everything feels so real and so personal. I feel like I'm developing into a whole new person and I'm wary of subjecting her to scrutiny too early, even to so small an audience as you--even I seem too rough a judge some days.

So. Yes, an apology. Or an excuse. Or maybe an invitation to give me a call? :)

Loves, ke.

Elegy

I'm sorry to announce that El Azteca has been taken over by evil yuppy demons who think that we prefer choosing black or pinto beans to some of the most reliably delicious Mexican in Utah Valley. Disappointing and gross is what my lunch was yesterday, and not just because I was in love with and abandoned by their veggie burrito. They were good at what they did and I'm not sure why they went tampering.

Sad day for Provo.

Give it a whirl

What I want this post to express:

--prospectus=very stressful (do your joints ever tense up from stress? You can't make any sudden movements and even your eyes sort of ache?)

--Cool stuff that happened today: James saved my life once. Trent (prof/graduate coordinator/friend) the second time (he gave me some very good and practical advice and the conclusion was that I might have something new to say about Dickinson. Which is news to me and terribly encouraging. I got a rough rough draft of something down (thanks again Trent!) and Susan liked it. A lot. And gave me some good advice. And so now we're moving forward.

--Something about stress relief techniques: diet coke (and the friendly girls at Crest). Slab. Chocolate in all forms. This blog which I'm not going to be ashamed of subscribing to because it's adorable and sometimes you need some baby foxes/mongeese/otters in your day. Great friends.

--Something also about the waxing/waning sense that Heavenly Father doesn't, in fact, have it out for me and is, in fact, working in and through my life in ways I didn't/can't/anticipate. This is very cool.

This is all the energy I have for a post right now so maybe you can add some wittiness and depth? In your mind? :)

Loves, ke