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The meaning of Moonstone"
The meaning of Moonstone"
"As I move from the desk in the reading room on campus, to my table at home, to my armchair, I think to myself how similar finding a spot to write the last bits of a paper is to a dog sniffing around and picking a spot to take a poop.
In the end there is shit and a sense of relief."
Taken from the lovely and talented thegreattidepool.com
I know this feeling. And I'm getting better at finding my ideal spots. Coffee shops. I am surprised at myself. It seems to obvious and since I don't drink coffee and like my own tea better and don't want to pay three times the real price for a mug of hot flavoured water, I've never really frequented them. But here I am, sitting at a wooden table that is the exact right height and the glorious sun is at just the right angle and amount and the music and background noise is just enough as well, not distracting. I've got selfmade gingerbread and peppermint tea. I've got studying to do but first I'm going to watch the 1992 match race between Lure and Devil His Due. And then, just for thrills and the spine tingle, the 1972 Belmont. Secretariat 31 lengths ahead.
I was at the closing night of a production of James and the Giant Peach on Saturday as well as the afterparty in the dressing room. I was introduced to a friend's grandmother, short and feisty and with thick white short hair. Strong voice and spunk. I was wondering whether her accent was Austrian and then heard that her name was Charlotte and thought of my german grandmother who held me when I was an infant and never after and who also was called Charlotte and how for years I wanted that to be my name. And now I found out that she is Austrian and that during the party she had told someone that I looked cute and looked Austrian.
Okay. Study time. The sun's disappearing. Cold draft from the door. I hear swiss being spoken.
Oh wow, this is a really sweet old wall map. What are those, delineations of island groups in the Pacific? Mmmm. I have a thing for old maps you know.