beleaguering ennui

pictures are difficult because ive not been at my own computer. instead, i’ve opted for a more nomadic sort of existence. It started with the week post graduation, which i spent working at cerridwen farm, afterwhich i attended cadmc’s graduation, meeting david mammet and getting my first ever graduation money. i started working for a family in middletown springs, vt that need help getting their 1 acre or so of garden ready and growing. currently i’m hous sitting while they are taking a family roadtrip to to our nations capitol, for the oddesy of the mind competition.

oh to speculate what my life would be without this pear of quirky weirdness. in all seriousness, he is walking brainfood for me. not so much in the sense that he challanges me per se… he inspires me to find that other vantage point. everyone
should have a bbbfb in their life. before i grew so fond of him, he looked to me, and i think not unjustly so, as if he is a sort of person that needs people to be frustrated with him. frustrated, pissed, inspired, happy, anything so long as it is passionate. he seemed to thrive on his, “a city-boy, by any of an unknown number of circumstances, stranded to his current scenario and thus forced to deal with rural urban-culture ineptitude, but he knows it’s good for him and so takes it like cough syrup or a good fuck in the ass.” or at least this was my assumption of him. and like in any good assumption there is some truth, and not truth. for now i’ll let you believe that of the qualities listed, which you see as positive are the real ones and the the bad ones are the “ass-u-me” part. time to email…

well i try and be regular. to no avail however, it seems that i come back to my computer to read what the last thing was i wrote and so much as happened. then the story goes that i quickly feel overwhelmed by the sopping plethora of options, words to divulge in the truest sense. okay, where to start… supposing will answer that question with the most obvious and exciting. The last few days have been bursting with fresh new organic lives. before class on tuesday i got word of two lambs that sigrid had just lambed, so i went and got to see them. after class i went home and picked up the phone to a message. just before that i remember thinking… i hope (bet) it’s tim calling about the baby. the message service informed me of the number of the 404 area code. none that i know, must be a calling card from the likes of tim or someone else. the message conveyed the vital facts. Willow Morgan Hughes-Muse was born on the 3rd of may, 2004 @ 11:41p. she weighed 8lbs 13oz and was 21" tall. as soon as i got that message i was immediately so happy. going back and forth, i eventually decided to call them finding the number online. he answered and i asked. his calm reminded me of their wedding day. even over the phone he seemed so present in what he was doing. he wasn’t working, his mind wasn’t racing, and his voice was soft. everything was deliberate, i don’t know, maybe it’s just me. my drive was quick and meandering. she is amazing, quiet, a dark brown, full head of hair, brown-grey eyes. everything is miniature. her little finger nails seem unreal. a little pointy tongue yearns to feel and experience until the eyes take over, this little alien came out from brooke? wow, i’m amazed.