close temescal stars

and the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers
and we all fall down slackjawed to marvel at words!
as across the sky sheet the impossible birds
in their steady, illiterate movement homewards
(joanna newsom)

hi summer. i've been waiting for you. i'm going to fill you up with papers and institute and projects, nsf and writing another abstract and studying for MA orals, fieldwork and making a website with video, and reading, oh! the reading. i know i should read fiction but instead i crave to read old syntax dissertations. what is wrong with me?

i'm heading to MN for a week and do you have any idea how hard i wish for a thunderstorm while i'm there?

do you??