I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

In honor of el dia de San Valentin, I have entitled my blog with a line from an e.e. cummings poem... which I also stole from Francisco's facebook status. I thought it was fitting, since we're all so far apart and I know I carry you with me wherever I go, you're two of the most important people in my life so I wish you a happy happy valentine's day. Now, the only thing we need now are truffles... I mean, I had a dream about truffles the other night, but frankly and raw-egg-filled truffle does not exactly suit my fancy. Moving on...

I am obviously still in Hartford... I thought El Paso was bad, but hey, at least it's close to Mexico. Last week I decided to pull a Marquez and take off to Northampton, MA to eat dinner with the lovely Malia and go to an Andrea Gibson Spoken Word event. Both were absolutely phenomenal. It's strange getting to know Malia after so many years of not really spending any time with her. It's nice. I wish I had spent more time with her during my time at Cornell. Andrea Gibson is a fucking phenomenal poet, I recommend that all of you go to her website and read some of her poems because that woman has a way of phrasing life that astounds me and reaches into my soul and brings me to tears.... in a good way of course.

Last weekend, my housemate Chrissa and I had a potluck for our PeaceJam mentors. As always it was very tasty. A couple of my Cornell friends also came over... Nancy, Emily, and Bart. It was nice to see them. 

Wow, I feel like I'm living a hideously boring life right now. What can I tell you of interest?

I'm hosting a benefit for Haiti with money going to Christian Haitian Outreach and GHESKIO. As such, I'm crafting like crazy, I believe I have about 5 crocheted hats, several pairs of earrings, and a necklace for sale. I'm going to craft more tonight and see if I can get more stuff together for this thing. I don't think it'll be all that successful, but perhaps we'll get at least $200. That would be okay. (Wow, that's nothing). 

I'm going to Memphis next weekend for PeaceJam and I'm sincerely hoping that I get to go to Graceland. That would be AWESOME!

Oh, important information. My kiswahili professor does know who I am, he just couldn't hear me very well over the phone. Hualelah! I might actually get into grad school. 

Tootles my lovelies, I'm going to attempt to write some poetry I can post. I feel the urge for creativity to seep from my pores. 

Wynken