dear pair of jeans that fit me so splendidly,
HAH!
As if you exist.
HAH!
As if you exist.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
dear quantitative ecology,
Wow. Now that is a fun word to say out loud.
Not that I knew you even existed, but I'm thankful you do.
You were instrumental in publicizing the most glorious Monday morning news I have heard in quite a spell.
The California blue whale population has reached approximately 2200.
They are calling it a conservation success story. And they are calling it historic.
And my heart is singing.
Who knew advanced math and statistics could give me such a boost?
In my mind the humpback whales are singing too.
And I know the blues can feel the vibration of soaring hearts and many sighs of relief.
Wow. Now that is a fun word to say out loud.
Not that I knew you even existed, but I'm thankful you do.
You were instrumental in publicizing the most glorious Monday morning news I have heard in quite a spell.
The California blue whale population has reached approximately 2200.
They are calling it a conservation success story. And they are calling it historic.
And my heart is singing.
Who knew advanced math and statistics could give me such a boost?
In my mind the humpback whales are singing too.
And I know the blues can feel the vibration of soaring hearts and many sighs of relief.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
dear jen bragg,
Sparkling blue eyes, dark, curly hair.
I didn't know you for long. We worked together for only a short time. But in that time I most certainly noticed, dear Miss Jen, that you were often wearing THE MOST GORGEOUS sweaters. And one day I asked "did you make that?" And when you answered "yes", oh I soon became so enamored of you.
For you earnestly answered my questions about how you learned to knit. And then I heard about the knitting(oh dear, my words, I don't think it was called this)"convention that you would go to yearly.
And then I pondered your natural loveliness and thought how nice to have such a delightful and effervescent being on this planet. All love and goodness.
And then, oh shit Miss Jen, that day in December.
Oh shit, Miss Jen, I thought of your daughter.
And how the milk stopped flowing.
And how she would never learn to knit from her mama.
And how unfair that is.
That unfairness.
I am sure that your daughter is surround by love and memories of you.
I would like you to know, sweet girl, that from afar, I too, hold sweet memories of you, forever knitting, forever loving your girl form afar.
Forever orbiting the planet, knitting needles clicking. I picture you keeping us all blanketed, sweater-ed, scarfed, hatted, mittened and afghan-ed all in your loving embrace.
I think of you with much fondness, even though I only knew you for such a short time.
You are not forgotten.
Sparkling blue eyes, dark, curly hair.
I didn't know you for long. We worked together for only a short time. But in that time I most certainly noticed, dear Miss Jen, that you were often wearing THE MOST GORGEOUS sweaters. And one day I asked "did you make that?" And when you answered "yes", oh I soon became so enamored of you.
For you earnestly answered my questions about how you learned to knit. And then I heard about the knitting(oh dear, my words, I don't think it was called this)"convention that you would go to yearly.
And then I pondered your natural loveliness and thought how nice to have such a delightful and effervescent being on this planet. All love and goodness.
And then, oh shit Miss Jen, that day in December.
Oh shit, Miss Jen, I thought of your daughter.
And how the milk stopped flowing.
And how she would never learn to knit from her mama.
And how unfair that is.
That unfairness.
I am sure that your daughter is surround by love and memories of you.
I would like you to know, sweet girl, that from afar, I too, hold sweet memories of you, forever knitting, forever loving your girl form afar.
Forever orbiting the planet, knitting needles clicking. I picture you keeping us all blanketed, sweater-ed, scarfed, hatted, mittened and afghan-ed all in your loving embrace.
I think of you with much fondness, even though I only knew you for such a short time.
You are not forgotten.
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