strumming

"rhapsody in blue" is lovely all the way through, and it seems to end just when it should. how do artists know when the painting or song or poem is finished, anyway? i'm really asking.

i listened to my favourite piece today... and thought, again, about how school should start in spring. and we should defend our theses in fall, with the harvest. and then we'd beat pathetic fallacy because the long hard hours of slaving away would be brightened by sunshine and winter would be warmed by breaks from school.

i have pedagogy and epistemology on my mind today. and i'm thinking about interconnectedness and holistic analysis.

i'm excited about mining archives and worried about paying for these research trips (even though they're local-ish).

i'm wondering if culture really does have intrinsic value or if we're just defensive.

i'm hoping they turn the heat on soon, too. i imagine that might be cozier.

i'm remembering that "lovers in a dangerous time" is still an incredible poem. and so is "hallelujah." and so is "stopping in the woods on a snowy evening."

and i have miles to go before i sleep.