the slant, my figure female framed
crookedly in the door, scraping floor
boards...oh bea what would the
conference had been like if we weren't so
www.feygalah.edu. here's to river-finger-
woman, both hands, and pounding,
pounding, pounding against our beat box
in the midst of macher delight...oh
mothertongue, we wouldn't be the
queens that we are today without you!
fake meat, but not just any fake meat. DISKS
of fake meat... FLYING DISKS of fake meat.
and, honestly, they were good, almost as
good as the company... and when i say
'company' i don't mean that person and her
husband who so closely shared our dining
space.
stay tuned for more long-sentence, team-
kissing, dining space-sharing adventures.
Sometimes lately I just think to myself
DAMN I'm so fucking lucky to have
Temim in my neighborhood. Always a
good partner in hijinx (is hijink the
singular of hijinx?), ready to throw down
90s-isms and inexplicable olde tyme
vocabulary with unparallelled ease or
laugh at inappropriate moments during
shul - Temim is awesome. I'm glad to be
getting to be hir friend - maybe
friendster will help with that... no,
probably not...that's not what it's for is it.
Shit I guess I'll have to do something not
on the computer.
from the semester of the vortex when i
tormented hir with my blank white dorm
room walls, nary a rugelach wrapper
and a postcard, to the composition
of "Hillel: the musical" and "Music!" (the
musical), temim has been my lover on
mass transit, traveled miles for
uncooked sourdough-cranberry
pancakes made by 1st wavers in
connecticut, and secretly celebrated
catamenia with candles and tea and
heating pads. ze also likes words like
catamenia that are long and pretty, but
not used enough so they feel
sometimes like a splintery banister
before innumerable palms have
smoothed it out.
but i also like to think of temim as a
tinkerbell character in my life, flying
quietly about in sequins, doing good
things for people and with utter humility.
it's about time someone let the Plainhex
out of the bag. temims uses instant
messenger now. i know. who would
have thought? not me, that's for sure.
but it's a good thing, because it allows
me to flaunt my imspeak talents, without
needing to ask for my usual
temimedits. but it's just not the same as
having her with me and sharing pints of
ben & jerry's or boxes of cereal, or
muppet voicing until we're actually blue
in the face...*sigh*
maybe one day i'll be a high-powered
(by high-powered i mean way cool and
sneakered) captain planet too, and still
have time and energy to send online
poetry to my little sister. i will now
profusely thank temims for the journal
that i am still writing in that she
presented me with upon my exit from
the womb. that we shared. and also for
teaching me that periods can. go.
anywhere. in the sentence. *mwah!*
even on the days when my whole family
gets massacred, temima is able to make me
shut up and be nice. i don't know if its the
amazing puppet voice, the song and dance
combinations on subways/street corners, or
some other fantastic thing about her, but
temima beats all the cookies an orphan
could ask for when it comes to good fun.
Temima and I tend to have long,
involved, intensely personal
discussions, half-whispering, in the
hallway at work. However, the
theorydork and political conversations
get conducted aloud, confusing and
alienating some of our coworkers. But I
don't care: she makes me think, she
makes me laugh, she's overly analytic
and she cares deeply about words, and
she even cooks: clearly, she hopped
over the divide from coworker to friend
a long time ago.
i didn't recieve yr message till days after the thrift store inquest! But alas, what a pleasant surprise to hear your voice on my phone.
i think your fabulous and look forward to a reunion.
XOXOX
crookedly in the door, scraping floor
boards...oh bea what would the
conference had been like if we weren't so
www.feygalah.edu. here's to river-finger-
woman, both hands, and pounding,
pounding, pounding against our beat box
in the midst of macher delight...oh
mothertongue, we wouldn't be the
queens that we are today without you!
of fake meat... FLYING DISKS of fake meat.
and, honestly, they were good, almost as
good as the company... and when i say
'company' i don't mean that person and her
husband who so closely shared our dining
space.
stay tuned for more long-sentence, team-
kissing, dining space-sharing adventures.
nights back east with rhoda!
i just about plotzed, i tell you.
DAMN I'm so fucking lucky to have
Temim in my neighborhood. Always a
good partner in hijinx (is hijink the
singular of hijinx?), ready to throw down
90s-isms and inexplicable olde tyme
vocabulary with unparallelled ease or
laugh at inappropriate moments during
shul - Temim is awesome. I'm glad to be
getting to be hir friend - maybe
friendster will help with that... no,
probably not...that's not what it's for is it.
Shit I guess I'll have to do something not
on the computer.
tormented hir with my blank white dorm
room walls, nary a rugelach wrapper
and a postcard, to the composition
of "Hillel: the musical" and "Music!" (the
musical), temim has been my lover on
mass transit, traveled miles for
uncooked sourdough-cranberry
pancakes made by 1st wavers in
connecticut, and secretly celebrated
catamenia with candles and tea and
heating pads. ze also likes words like
catamenia that are long and pretty, but
not used enough so they feel
sometimes like a splintery banister
before innumerable palms have
smoothed it out.
but i also like to think of temim as a
tinkerbell character in my life, flying
quietly about in sequins, doing good
things for people and with utter humility.
out of the bag. temims uses instant
messenger now. i know. who would
have thought? not me, that's for sure.
but it's a good thing, because it allows
me to flaunt my imspeak talents, without
needing to ask for my usual
temimedits. but it's just not the same as
having her with me and sharing pints of
ben & jerry's or boxes of cereal, or
muppet voicing until we're actually blue
in the face...*sigh*
maybe one day i'll be a high-powered
(by high-powered i mean way cool and
sneakered) captain planet too, and still
have time and energy to send online
poetry to my little sister. i will now
profusely thank temims for the journal
that i am still writing in that she
presented me with upon my exit from
the womb. that we shared. and also for
teaching me that periods can. go.
anywhere. in the sentence. *mwah!*
gets massacred, temima is able to make me
shut up and be nice. i don't know if its the
amazing puppet voice, the song and dance
combinations on subways/street corners, or
some other fantastic thing about her, but
temima beats all the cookies an orphan
could ask for when it comes to good fun.
involved, intensely personal
discussions, half-whispering, in the
hallway at work. However, the
theorydork and political conversations
get conducted aloud, confusing and
alienating some of our coworkers. But I
don't care: she makes me think, she
makes me laugh, she's overly analytic
and she cares deeply about words, and
she even cooks: clearly, she hopped
over the divide from coworker to friend
a long time ago.