Thwarted

[caitri]

I keep wanting to do a lengthy post on doings and narratives and pics, but frankly wifi is shit and I am thwarted. Suffice to say my birthday was awesome, I hit a new decade and am still waiting to feel like a real adult, Happy Solstice to all, there have been gossipy exchanges with bookdealers, and last night I had a terrifying dream about cowboys and aliens and rare books. Also I think I say "fuck" more than most librarians but less than some dealers, and I think this means something but I don't know what.

Also, here's an untitled poem scribbled during this morning's plenary session:

Paper and paper and paper,
Mountains of paper, reams of paper,
Words of trees and songs of pulp,
And sirens of ether, sounding in the distance!

More anon.

Comments

[treksnoopy.livejournal.com]

Usually the only time I feel like a real adult (I'm 42) is when everything is going to hell. 8P

Glad your birthday was wonderful!

[caitri.livejournal.com]

I just hit thirty, and keep thinking, Dude! I'm thirty! And marveling, like I expected to be dead before this happened.

[treksnoopy.livejournal.com]

I thought I had about ten years on you. I'm not dead yet(wild misspent youth aside)and I'm glad you're not either. 8D

When I was 16, my 82 year old grandpa told me that we rarely feel any older than about 18-20 in our heads. He was right.

*hugs*