glumdalclitch

let there be a letter moist with rainforest dew, please.

glumdalclitch

Dear Elder ____,

You are about to embark on a provocative, grueling, wondrous journey of personal and spiritual growth. But please, don't let the "two best years of your life" away from all social contact and secular literature kill your ability to chat at length on the background noise in a mockery of a Glass voice. I know you're not one to be easily swayed, and your judgements on values, like yours on crime TV shows, won't be quickly corroded by a companion from a red state. At the same time, I worry that you'll lose your love of irreverence, that you'll mean it when you call me a libertine, and that you'll never again risk being accosted by Officer Rico just to climb a playground at midnigt. Let's go find buskers at night again, ok? We can stop by at Espresso Royale and listen to Candide - Italian sodas, not coffee. Who will I watch pretentious documentaries with, excuse me, with whom, these next few years? You'll learn a new language and culture, deepen your religion, make lasting friendships. We both know you'll change. There's a reason why so many RMs come home to see their sweethearts married off. When you come back, we'll have a lot of catching up to do. I hope and sacreligiously pray that you will still want to talk about cultural exchange or fermented soy products or Tolstoy for hours upon hours. You'll be very busy, and you told me to exchange compliments on physical attractiveness with some Bostonian guy, but please write. Please don't change. Drastically. And if you still want to make Duchamp poses on the street with me when you're old enough to intoxicate the new frosh back at Michigan, I hope my preoccupation will flare up again just as easily as it did this time.
I leave tomorrow. You leave in a month. I'll miss you.

With non-Fascist Platonic and all sorts of love,
Serena

glumdalclitch

frat parties are rather unpalatable. mormon MTV time? yes, please!

glumdalclitch

something about the fog and a suspended neon sparkle among duller, smaller buildings looked strangely like guadalajara here. maybe i'll go back next summer and actually see more of the city than just the center. it's making me crave tostadas with real, fresh guacamole and a million crazy habanero salsas.

longing to be in various places is making me a food fiend.

english boy, what is your affiliation with japan?

and apparently i follow a pretty damn good slow blues. this would cause problems if oberlin and boston were closer.

molemolemolemolemolemole

glumdalclitch

initial vowels have added dipthongs
articles are added unnecessarily, or removed when needed
plurals become singular, and vice versa, seemilyg arbitrarily
the prosody turns into a mindless monotone
an entirely different word, perhaps with a similar first few letters, will be substituted
vowels are added to the ends of words ending in consonants
the th sound does not exist
v becomes w
w becomes v
verbs are put in the infinitive after a preposition, sometimes

but i feel sort of guilty for being so irritated by a constant barrage of chinese-accented english. i haven't ever actually learned a language that i didn't learn at a young age, or one that's very similar to languages i've had contact with since forever.

can't get to sleep...can't stay awake..
can't find a good time to call when he's not sleeping or busy

there are zongzi in the kitchen.