We’re a little sad today to bid farewell to our buddy Eisha from 7-Imps. There aren’t too many duo girl blogs in our “age” group (i.e., that started when we did), and we sort of shared a kinship with the neighbors at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Eisha shared more of herself than she thought, with her incisive poetry choices for Poetry Fridays (remember that scary awesome Thomas P. Lynch diatribe? Or that gorgeous one by the female sufi?). She introduced me for real to Naomi Shihab Nye and the Poets Upstairs. She had the amazing ability to find photographs and artwork and music videos that coordinated just perfectly with her posts, and usually meant I spent more time perusing other sites and messing with Youtube than working, but whatev. We’re totally impressed with Eisha’s mad cool rare manuscript archiving job at Cornell, and though we are sorry it takes her out of children’s lit, we’re happy she’s lovin’ the awesomeness and letting it take her.
(Ridiculously, I feel like I’m losing a friend. It’s insane; duh, Eisha still exists, she’s no further away than she was before, but it was a fine illusion of having her close, to know her blog address. What fools we mortals be, attributing tactile space to the blogosphere. Feh.) Eisha of the Cool Name, we will miss you. We wish you happy trails, and wicked kicks to take you there.