summer skulking: (Mary) there's no place like home

Monday, August 9, 2010

(Mary) there's no place like home

I'm ho-ome! And it's great to be back. I've got a few loose ends to tie up, but for now, I'm home.

I've got different glasses on now. It's weird. I don't see bursts of life standing amid the broken concrete; I see weeds invading a vacant lot. Stuff like that all over. Not everything's wonderful here, but it's home.

I'm painting my room.

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We, Maddie, Mary, and Amanda, were in Rhetoric and the Great Books (Freshman English) together, lo those many semesters ago, and in this class we read (all of) the Iliad, the Odyssey, the Aeneid and (most of) the Divine Comedy. These works define and contain the conventions, those plot devices and turns of phrase, which make up an "epic." Whenever, in the course of reading these works, an epic convention was spotted, it became our custom to sound the "epic convention alarm," a sort of whooping noise, often accompanied by raised hands or running about in circles (what can I say, we were freshmen).

This summer finds each of us interning: Mary with a newspaper in Ohio, Maddie with a production company in LA, Amanda with a museum in Massachusetts. We hope that we won't face the more harrowing of the epic conventions (eg: the descent into the underworld) but who knows, we are interns after all.

Monday, August 9, 2010

(Mary) there's no place like home

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