ISO 1000, f/1.8, 50mm, 1/30 secBrookline, MA. October 1, 2008.
We have obtained a little creature known as "E-bunny" or "Ebony" or "Goober" here at the apartment, and he must be the oldest little dwarf bunny on this side of the Charles. He hops maybe twice before calling it quits. He enjoys nuzzling noses. He poops on the carpet.
The murmuring throughout the student body here in Boston is that if McCain were to win in November, that students would move out of the country. I remember telling my dad the same thing the moment I got into the car when he picked me from the airport in the early summer. I'm doubtful that many kids will actually do this, but I am officially leaving the states in January, regardless of which candidate wins. Besides, after the first two debates, I haven't been impressed by even Barack Obama's performances.
I'm flying off to Aotearoa, The Land of the Long White Cloud. Beautiful, stunning, lush New Zealand. A country I have wanted to live in since I was a child. My initial response to being accepted to an internship program there was as follows:
"EEEEEEEEEE!!!"
But I will be gone for 6 months. Half a year. A long time.
Fucking awesome.
The murmuring throughout the student body here in Boston is that if McCain were to win in November, that students would move out of the country. I remember telling my dad the same thing the moment I got into the car when he picked me from the airport in the early summer. I'm doubtful that many kids will actually do this, but I am officially leaving the states in January, regardless of which candidate wins. Besides, after the first two debates, I haven't been impressed by even Barack Obama's performances.
I'm flying off to Aotearoa, The Land of the Long White Cloud. Beautiful, stunning, lush New Zealand. A country I have wanted to live in since I was a child. My initial response to being accepted to an internship program there was as follows:
"EEEEEEEEEE!!!"
But I will be gone for 6 months. Half a year. A long time.
Fucking awesome.
1 comment:
What the hell is that thing? It looks like an old sock stuffed with marshmallows. Nonetheless, I understand the appeal. Sometimes when I ran in Boston, and it wasn't often, I saw bunnies hopping across the running path. I stopped, they stopped, as though waiting for each other to say something ironic or a knock knock joke.
And I hope you did lots of clapping and jumping up and down, maybe even with the Black Sock, 'cause you know I would have. UUUUUUU!
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