January 10, 2008

Most of the morning spent firing off recommendations for students and friends to attend this or that school or program. I would never have dreamed of applying to Juilliard or Yale, and yet here I am, convincing those same places that I know whom they should take to their bosoms. I hope I’m doing it right. I hope everybody ends up where they need to be.

Reading over my museum book from the Yeats exhibit, finding pictures of the very young poet oddly familiar. I stare at one for a while, and realize the resemblance is to Chall. I wish I looked like Yeats rather than Elton John.