Lovenotes

to secrete into Nu's backpack--

she'll be gone for a whole week.

And I know I'll miss her so; and

I know she'll have so much fun.

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From N and R's Wedding

Road Trip Fun

I cried for three hours straight with this song on repeat. 

(Mostly in PA.)

I am frequently ridiculous.

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Cope/Hope

the killer is beautiful

the killer is additional

I know I'll come back

even if I were killed

even if hills multiply

even to a better life

unclasp the shy wind

swim sunset swamps

heed me lest I weep

heed me for I weep

tears have hard hands

and I close my eyes

to dream to dream 

to dream to dream

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Sacred Games

There's so much love for the Netflix adaptation of Vikram Chandra's Sacred Games right now. I watched a couple of episodes (that counts as work--staying abreast of the field--right?) and noticed that the subtitles are really off. Sometimes for no reason I can discern.

Like:



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What do you recognize?

S posted this picture yesterday, and I loved the doggo. 

Then I realized I knew the backdrop to the picture
intimately. 

It was three kitchens ago,
and kinda my favorite kitchen 

ever.

UPDATE: At got the connection right away. "It's because I spent so much time at that table trying to finish my food." 😂
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Not a Metaphor

I don't forget you
flying
astral, austere

I search until time
is up
over, easy

My prayer speaks
as breath
salient, silent

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Despite a small wheeze, I spent yesterday singling Thyagaraja kritis and slapping talams with tenuously connected new friends (book club to E; E to Tamil classes with S; S a student of R's mom; A a colleague of R; and so on). It was lovely--something I didn't even know I needed. And Nu told me in a silent moment that I sang beautifully.
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