Today, after I typed a message to Kathy that said something like, "whine whine whine i was planning on going to this rare books and manuscripts library after work, but what am i going to do there by myself? wander?", it occurred to me that I was being pretty pathetic. Of course I sent it anyway because I'm used to her being privy to my every fleeting emotion. But then I went. I got lost, got a map, got lost again, realized I was holding the map upside down, and found it.
Inside there were many interesting things, such as a puzzle exhibit, where I learned of this thing called a Justice Cup, which was this hilarious joke easterners played on the greedy. It's a normal cup if it's filled up to one-quarter of an inch to its brim, but if you fill it any more, it all drains out this secret passageway into the bottom. Also, there was a hank of Sylvia Plath's hair. It said it was a lock, but this sucker was a hank. It looked like Ted put her hair in a ponytail and then cut it off. There was a handwritten manuscript of "Blackberrying," too. And a typewritten manuscript of "Goldfinger" with handwritten edits. By Ian Fleming, not Sylvia Plath. It was all very pretty.
7 comments:
wait, was it sylvia plath's real hair? if so, we have to visit it when i come to see you. i wish i had kept my hair hank instead of donating it to people that make wigs. i miss my hair hank.
But you helped sad bald people. It's her real hair. I almost hit my forehead on the glass. You can visit it when you visit me. I know how to get there now.
You should check that smell out. This one time I was afraid of the smell and just ignored it and I later regretted my decision deeply. I'll spare you the details, but it was my cat's fault. I like your blog, by the way!
I investigated. I couldn't find anything. Now I think that I may be suffering from olfactory hallucinations because I can't smell it anymore either.
Also, I like your blog, too.
you guys are about to make out.
Just buy some disgusting smelling incense and about 50 pear-scented candles. That's what I do when my apartment smells like dead people. They should make candles for cars.
i'm scared of sylvia's hair. she deserved to have her ponytail snipped by ted, though. did you know that when they met she bit him in the face and drew blood? so she says in her journal.
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