capers

"

under the lime tree

on the open filed

where we two had our bed

you can still see

lovely broken

flowers and grass

on the edge of the woods in a vale

tandaradei

sweetly sang the nightingale ... "

opening to walther von der vogelweide's "unter der linden", translated.

i went to see photos at the met the other day. it was probably one of the highlights of the past few weeks. i got to taste many beers paired with many cheeses last night. the perks of my job.

the downside of everything is that i'm behind on my senior project, but who isn't, right?
right? right.

i was stuck in traffic on a bus for a long time on the NJ side of the george washington bridge and this stared back at me.