What happens to a dream deferred?

The culinary course has been canceled. In fact, the whole culinary arts program at the college has been shut down. I'm not really surprised- the powers that be did delay the opening of the course three times before officially nixing it- so I caught on pretty quickly. To be honest, I'm not really sure how I feel right now. I suppose I'm angry at the college for slamming the door on a dream of mine. (Yes, there are other culinary arts programs in the country, but none of them are practical for my life right now). But mostly I'm feeling a whole lot of....nothing. I've been eking out the latest rewrite of my thesis, going to work, making my way through a large editing project I've undertaken and just existing, which is harder than it sounds. At some point I know I'm going to have to get off my butt and figure out a plan of action. One day my thesis will be done, the project will be finished and my job will no longer be relevant and I'm going to have to figure out where I go from here. Today is not that day.
What happens to a dream deferred? Who knows. But today I made roast chicken.

Thesis Watch: I'm entrusting you guys (by you guys I mean, all one of my readers) with the responsibility of never, ever letting me rewrite again. That's it. I mean it. It's the final rewrite.

Movie Rec: The Messenger. Ben Foster. 'Nuff said

Cubbie Watch: Erm, Carlos Silva?

can you hear the horses coming?

In a conversation I was having with a friend recently I described my emotional sense of self as being "like a cell waiting through osmosis" and I thought that that line was a lovely bit of unexpected poetry, but I had no where to put it. That happens sometimes. I had a snatch of something-"and all your colored horses come crashing to the ground"- rolling around in my head for years until it found its place. Writing's funny that way.

Thesis watch: I'd like to say it's done, but it's not.

Book rec: Lowboy by John Wray

Cubbie Watch: Yeah, I'm watching.