The Hermetic Review

I unexpectedly have the morning off work today because two little boys in Brooklyn Heights woke up with pinkeye. I’ve had that infection enough times to know not to go anywhere near! I remember the first time, in high school, waking up with my eyes crusted shut, going to the senior art exhibition with my hands shoved in my pockets. I was very much the same then as I am now. Only now I have real responsibilities, and then all I had to do was show up and be clever.

I have a new job as a personal assistant, which I love. It is lovely to work in a domestic setting when the domicile is filled not only with beautiful colors and objects, but also with positive, friendly energy. I have learned how to feel comfortable in that environment, that role, and I am happy to play that part for a while. Anyway, this new job greatly eases the financial strain I’ve been under since being laid off by Parabola.

I know that I am lucky to have a weekfull of work again. My savings account reflects that, too. I finally have enough for a new bike. I decided against the Electra, schmancy though it is, in favor of the Trek Allant, which I can lift with one hand. I took it on two test-drives and was so impressed with the power, speed, and agility of it. I will be on time for work for sure!

Soon to be my wings

I realized I need to put some attention into this blog. At the Parabola issue-release event last weekend, Phil Robinson (leader of the Mythlovers) told me he had followed a link and found only my anger and negativity at the server for its careless handling of my content.  I stand by those feelings, but appreciate the need to move on.

I’m in the throes of an application to a PhD program at Columbia University. I want to study at the Institute for Comparative Literature & Society. Much work to be done on this. So much that I really should not be blogging right now!

Also, I’ve been working on some fancy embroidered stationery. My first sale went extremely well. Website to follow. In the mean time, contact me if you’d like to order something special.

Licorne

One of my dearest friends has been in town for a few weeks. She flies to Georgia tomorrow. I am sad to see her go, and holding on tightly to the idea of Thanksgiving in Philadelphia for comfort.