Monday, December 27, 2010
I liked the dream I had last night. Towards the end of it I was staying in a fancy cottage in the middle of some deep dark woods. It was night time. I was out sketching by moonlight, and Mummy and one of the ladies who owned the cottage were out bird watching, standing in the woods just off the path. Something big and dark came gracefully lumbering along the path towards us. At first we thought it was a bear (and I went to stand beside mummy), but as it came closer I realized it was a big male moose with huge antlers. This was less scary than a bear, but in many ways just as dangerous, because if a thousand pounds of moose hits you with all its sharp antlers and hooves at 60 km/h, your just as dead as if a bear decides to eat you. The moose came running along the path, and as we were admiring him as he drew level with us, another male moose came running along the path. The first moose turned and fought. They were clashing their antlers and dancing in circles around each other, sometimes with big leaps skittering away, each seeking for an opening. At one point our first moose leaped past us into the woods, and as it did it brushed against my shoulder. It stood beside us underneath the trees for a little while, at one point it bumped into me (and apologized). When it was rested it leapt back into the fray and the moose danced and fought off into the distance, and I slowly woke up.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Rafiki stayed up late studying last night, and as he got into bed he got a fit of the giggles. I woke up to him next to me laughing for almost half an hour straight. Every time I moved or touched him or told him a story or offered him water it set him off again. It made me so happy that I started to giggle too. It was delightful.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
بي رجل is proposing his dissertation NEXT WEEK! (What happens with a dissertation is that you write a proposal first, get your committee to approve it, and then you propose the dissertation in public). I am so immensely proud of him and actually, in awe of him too. I'm in awe of his work. I'm in awe that he is so fully beautiful, beyond his work. And sometimes, I'm in awe that he can be so fully beautiful in spite of his work.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Today I logged into my facebook account, and scrolled down my news feed. There I saw a status up-date posted by an old college friend of mine that instantly made me smile. Her three year-old son, Alejandro, had inquired this morning: "Why don't apples have wings?"