News (December 16)

B r e a k f a s t

I ate voraciously this morning and I felt lonely.  I ate dinner rolls toasted crisp and buttered, with peanut butter or with honey or just left plain, and perfect over easy eggs—my best yet—fried thick and bubbled in butter on a cast iron pan. I had that feeling of overwhelming pleasure in my mouth biting into one egg as the liquid yolk filled my mouth, I drank coffee with hot chocolate powder in it because we have no milk, one cup, and another black, and I ate two clementine oranges afterwards. They were sweet but also tart and full. Today is the first time I’ve truly enjoyed black coffee.

W e a t h e r

The cold now is the pleasant kind which you can derive pleasure from shoring yourself up against, using down-filled coats and long-johns. The air is clear and refreshing and it strikes you unexpectedly, creating the desire to take a walk.

S o n g s

Tournament of Hearts (Weakerthans)
So Much Wine, Merry Christmas (Andrew Bird)
No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross (Sufjan Stevens)