My Israel-induced hiatus is upon me. I am leaving for the airport in two hours.
So one million heartfelt thank you's to everyone who has helped and encouraged me. Mr. Avrech, Pearl, Stx, Josh, Coffee Mom, Ilan, Yingele, MN, GZ, Rabbi Fleischmann, eli7, and all my beloved "Anonymouses"... what can I say? Your influence upon me has been enormous , in so many different ways. Every comment brought a glow my face, and the thought that so many spectacular writers appreciated and enjoyed my little musings has touched and inspired me both on the blog and in the dimensional world outside. I am infinitely grateful, and am deeply indebted to you all.
I hope to be able to update, even if sparingly, over the year, but if not or until then,
Shalom o lihitraot!
Love, Michal
Monday, September 05, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
An Overview of the Incomplete
There are so many things I wanted to do here that I never did.
I wanted to tell you more about my family, because I embody them more than anything else in the world. I wanted to tell you more about my school and my teachers, more about my friends. I wanted to think more about my friends. I wanted to tell you about my socks, and my hair, my cat Shea and my love of baseball. I wanted to say how glass and crystal entrance me, and how deeply I abhor shopping.
I wanted to write more about Harry Potter, more about singing, more about art class. I wanted to tell you about rescuing kittens in my backyard, and how I couldn't read four pages into "Flowers for Algernon," because I was crying so hard. I wanted to change my template.
I wanted to tell you about finding taxis in London, accidentally tracking the Live 8 concert in Hyde park, and finally seeing Les Miserbles after missing it on Broadway. I wanted to tell you about the Vatican and our insane tour guide, about waiting an hour and a half between courses at meals, and about the animals in Venice. I wanted to write about the wonderful people we met, and the odds we managed to beat together.
I wanted to tell you about reading outside on summer evenings. I wanted to write about autumn, and the intangible something in the breeze as August ends that tells us it is September. I wanted to tell you how many tutors I have had in the past twelve years, and what spectacular women they all are.
I wanted more poetry, more stories, more follow-through. I wanted to write a play. I wanted to philosophize, and to update every day.
I wanted to write fewer one-line entrances.
But I didn't want it all to end so fast.
I wanted to tell you more about my family, because I embody them more than anything else in the world. I wanted to tell you more about my school and my teachers, more about my friends. I wanted to think more about my friends. I wanted to tell you about my socks, and my hair, my cat Shea and my love of baseball. I wanted to say how glass and crystal entrance me, and how deeply I abhor shopping.
I wanted to write more about Harry Potter, more about singing, more about art class. I wanted to tell you about rescuing kittens in my backyard, and how I couldn't read four pages into "Flowers for Algernon," because I was crying so hard. I wanted to change my template.
I wanted to tell you about finding taxis in London, accidentally tracking the Live 8 concert in Hyde park, and finally seeing Les Miserbles after missing it on Broadway. I wanted to tell you about the Vatican and our insane tour guide, about waiting an hour and a half between courses at meals, and about the animals in Venice. I wanted to write about the wonderful people we met, and the odds we managed to beat together.
I wanted to tell you about reading outside on summer evenings. I wanted to write about autumn, and the intangible something in the breeze as August ends that tells us it is September. I wanted to tell you how many tutors I have had in the past twelve years, and what spectacular women they all are.
I wanted more poetry, more stories, more follow-through. I wanted to write a play. I wanted to philosophize, and to update every day.
I wanted to write fewer one-line entrances.
But I didn't want it all to end so fast.
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