[d'awww]

Jan. 17th, 2009 05:56 pm
kohikari: tall dark tree trunks obscured by fog (see the forest)
Found: On top of the recycle...bin...thingy on the Common just outside of Park Street Station, around 2:15 PM Friday: a composition notebook, organic cardboard brown with faded forest green binding, and

the deets )

It would have been much easier to find the kid who lost this if he had put his name and address or school in the spaces provided; as it is, there are homework assignments dating from September 9th of last year all the way up to last Thursday, but he never wrote the names of his school or any of his teachers anywhere--didn't even write his full name anywhere easily visible; the only clue I had was that, thankfully, his fifth-grade class had to write down their ancestry as part of a homework assignment, and so a few pages in he recorded the names, birthdates, and birthplaces of himself, his parents, two grandparents, and two great-grandparents. I Googled my fingers off searching the phone book, immigration records, and, finally, in a last-ditch effort to return the thing, his last name and the words "Boston" and "school": the second page of that search turned up back records of the Beacon Hill Times (a short and somewhat boring weekly newspaper focused on my neighbourhood) that featured a 2006 article on how the 3rd and 6th grades of the school associated with my childhood church had engaged in a community-service art project involving that shiny new version of the Charles/MGH Red Line station (dammit but I miss that pedestrian bridge; despite the addition of more traffic lights and a sidewalk island, Charles Circle remains one of the most insanely dangerous intersections in this city, especially when trying to get to the T).

(Me being me, I've impulsively decided that this is an omen indicating that Anglicanism is my one true religious calling, and the Catholic church can kiss my ass therefore I should probably think about going to church every other Sunday or so...or at least on special occasions...the Church of the Advent really is a nice place, all old and historic and chock full of nice people with even better food...mmm, Coffee Hour...)

So, will nip down to the school on Monday EDIT: Tuesday (forgot about MLK Day) and inquire as to whether the kid still attends there, and if not how I could get in touch with his school and/or his parents, or something. 'Cause my fifth-grade experience may have been rougher than most, but it really would've sucked had I lost my homework book right before the end of the first semester.

kohikari: tall dark tree trunks obscured by fog (see the forest)
Found: on the ice and snow outside the Roxbury Crossing Orange Line train station in Roxbury (duh); last night, after night school, around 9:25 PM. Loosely scattered rose petals, mostly the traditional blood-red, but a few cream edged with a blush of...uh...my childhood crayon memories are telling me carnation pink? (Though, considering how often carnations are dyed, I'm not sure how reliable that is...)

I picked up as many as I could without wasting too much time--I always try to catch the 9:25 train to Oak Grove so I can get home by ten--and proceeded into the station; it was a cold, crisp, clear night, the moon just shy of full, and there were just enough clouds in the sky that every now and then one drifted past and filtered the light so that the moon was surrounded by a watery greenish halo of blurred shine, encircled by a deep, rich, burnished bronze-copper ring. The petals were frozen stiff, some stuck to each other, and a few beads of ice frozen from where drops of water had once been. They defrosted a bit on the way to Downtown Crossing; the wind took one of the cream petals on Winter Street walking home. The silly romantic side of me imagined that perhaps someone's heart was broken that night, and the drops were her tears or something cheesy like that; it was probably from a shipment or decorative arrangement, but hey, what's imagination for if not making shit up?

Last night was beautiful. Tonight was probably even more so (I didn't take the opportunity to go out and see it), being a full moon and all. But last night, walking home, it was just me and the wind and the moon and the frozen rose petals, and although it was quite chilly I didn't feel the cold at all, and it was just so beautiful.

I have this weird sort of...spirituality? that flows through my default bipolar mix of embedded childhood Anglicanism/Catholicism and instinctual scientific cynicism/atheism, and guides a lot of my motivation. Sort of a Wicca/nature thing, like everything has meaning and significance and purpose, that if something means something to someone then it's important, that things happen for a reason; not that some omnipotent masculine godlike figure guides all of existence and has a Plan, but like nature and luck and fate (and Murphy's Law). The smallest pebble by the curb, the fluffy seed pod floating by, the lost glove on the street, the sky and the moon and the earth and the ocean and other such hippie crap. Old things. Growing things. Lost things. Stories. Everything has a story, and it deserves to be told. Because the meaning of life is different for everybody, life is what you make of it, and we are constantly surrounded by little surprises, details that most people miss while rushing past in their busy, frenetic day-to-day lives. Like the world has a soul, and a million things to show and tell you if you just take a second to watch, and listen. (And I know that sounds really rich coming from someone with the attention span of a two-year-old on speed, but.)

If I could spend my life just communing or meditating or zoning or whatever with the world around me, things would be so much easier; our society and constructed ways for how we must get from point A to point B are so insanely complicated, but the wind always feels like an old friend caressing my skin, and the full moon is mesmerizing, and I'm constantly finding small joys everywhere in what people and nature have left behind, which usually results in me picking weird shit up off the ground, the sidewalk or the floor or the street, and taking it home. I'm quite accustomed to people looking at me funny: everyone has their own distinct "WTF" face, and in the past I've had far too much fun provoking them.
kohikari: tall dark tree trunks obscured by fog (see the forest)
Found: on the sidewalk in front of the Washington Street side of Bath & Body Works on the corner of Washington and Winter Street, in Downtown Boston.  Yesterday, about 6:30 PM.

* A Mount Ida College ID card issued to one Jennifer Senices, student ID 0000941, "valid thru fall 2007", marked with a large printed R.

* A dark green Mount Ida College lanyard, carrying one dorm key marked with the code "2M-27-2."

* A brand new tube of Victoria's Secret brand Beauty RUSH lip gloss, Cherry Bomb flavor.

(And here I'm going to record the ingredients, because the list of what they put in this stuff made my head spin:

LIP GLOSS/GLOSS POUR LES LÈVRES
INGREDIENTS: Polybutene, Hydrogenated Polyisobutene, Mineral Oil (Paraffinum Liquidum, Huile Minérale), Silica Silylate, Polyethylene, Flavor (Aroma), Petrolatum, Calcium Sodium Borosilicate, Polyethylene Terephthalate, Ethylene/Propylene/Styrene Copolymer, Acrylates Copolymer, Calcium Aluminum Borosilicate, Pentaerythrityl Tetra-di-t-butyl Hydroxyhydrocinnamate, Butylene/Ethylene/Styrene Copolymer, Sodium Saccharin, Isononyl Isononanoate, Silica, Tin Oxide, BHT, Isopropyl Titanium Triisostearate, Synthetic Fluorphlogopite.  MAY CONTAIN (+/-): Mica, Titanium Dioxide (CI 77891), Iron Oxides (CI77491/77492/77499), Bismuth Oxychloride (CI 77163), Red 7 Lake (CI 15850), Yellow 5 Lake (CI 19140), Yellow 6 Lake (CI 15985), Red 33 Lake (CI 17200), Blue 1 Lake (CI 42090), Red 6 Lake (CI 15850), Carmine (CI 75470), Red 36 Lake (CI 12085), Red 30 Lake (CI 73360), Red 27 Lake (CI 45410:1), Red 28 Lake (CI 45410), Manganese Violet (CI 77742), Red 21 Lake (CI 45380:2), Red 20 Lake (CI 16035).

I mean hell, I can't even pronounce half that shit.)

I'm assuming everything fell out of Jennifer Senices' pocket.  The ID card seems to be out of date, but dorm keys are valuable and anyone who'd pay more than five dollars for lip gloss probably cares about such things, so I'm going to try to contact Mount Ida College and return it to her.  [A Google search only told me that Jennifer was an "All-Star" for Hyde Park in the spring 2006 and spring 2007 Boston City softball seasons (according to the Boston Globe).  Oh Google, why hast thou forsaken me?]

(Lesson learned yesterday: Have headache, will pass out for 16 hours.  @_@  However, D.Gray-man is cracky enough to make up for everything.  Methinks someone got their major influences from FMA and The Nightmare Before Christmas.  ♥)
kohikari: tall dark tree trunks obscured by fog (see the forest)
Found: about halfway through J.D. Robb's Seduction in Death, one 13-cm-by-10-cm Hallmark greeting card.  Opens vertically.  Front: blue border along top edge, sepia tone bordered photograph featuring two little girls in dresses walking hand-in-hand along a white picket fence.  Inscription in black cursive font reads 

"With a sister like you,
 I know I'll always
 have a friend..." 

finished inside 

"...and so will you."  

Back: the blue border fades to the white background color, overlaid by white letters in childish font reading "Out of the Blue".  The Hallmark logo is directly beneath, and in tiny letters near the bottom edge, just above the bar code, reads: 

"99BLF 103-5 
(c) HALLMARK CARDS, INC. 
KANSAS CITY, MO 64141 
TORONTO, CANADA M2J 1P6 
MADE IN U.S.A. 
www.hallmark.com"

(The bar code then reads "0 - 70000 09504 - 7 - 01035")

Inside the front cover of the card in neat blue-ballpoint-pen handwriting reads,

"Meg,
Just wanted to send you a note
to tell you how much I love
you and value you - you are
my best friend and I know
I can tell you anything
and you will never judge
me and it is the same with
you telling me anything.  We
have such a bond.  I hope
all is well and your foot and
everything is good.  I love you
so much and miss you a
ton - let me know if you need
anything or want to visit.
Take care you, love you.
Love,
Whit"

Inside the back cover of the card reads

"November 4, 2001
Megan,"

and then underneath the inscription

"Love you so much.

LOVE,
XXXXXXXX
OOOOOOOO
Whitney"

(The edges and crease of the card are slightly yellowed with age.  Creepy how something from 2001 can be old.  Also, considering the date, I'm compelled to wonder whether the writing of this card was spurred by the events surrounding 9/11.  Also, I wasn't aware that there are people capable of longer run-on comma-deprived sentences than me.)