you have so many freckles and your skin smells like chocolate. Last month it smelled like oregano and coffee, but now you smell like chocolate milk chocolate like milk chocolate dust hot chocolate powder eaten by the spoonful dipped in water licked. You are perfect. You do not think that you are perfect because you … Continue reading The Lake
gratitude
If I were alone in the wilderness and it was 1800, this toof would have killed me.
Saturday Saturday morning I slept late and made breakfast with C and the housemates, eggs and kale from the backyard and corn tortillas and injera, which C and I have started to make. We got teff from the Ethiopian store, we put it in a bowl with some water and let is sit to make … Continue reading If I were alone in the wilderness and it was 1800, this toof would have killed me.
if you do not remember the password to my protected posts!
if you have a gmail account, you can go to it and search for "carrot password" or something like that, and it will bring up the email I sent you long ago, when you requested the password! If you have never requested the password or if you cannot find it, just comment on the link … Continue reading if you do not remember the password to my protected posts!
d e e p t h o u g h t s i n b e a u t i f u l i d a h o
Rural Idaho is big, rural idaho is lonely. Being in rural idaho with one other person does not keep the loneliness away- it holds it back, for hours at a time, the way a campfire holds back the dark- but then, walking in the mountains, the feeling returns- and it is not even loneliness, really, … Continue reading d e e p t h o u g h t s i n b e a u t i f u l i d a h o
an update
Here I am, back in Portland. I was just in the woods for a few days, doing a working interview at the local hot-springs resort. It’s dark in the woods, and rainy. I ate a lot of gluten-free walnut bread and in my off-time worked my way through the Little House on the Prairie box … Continue reading an update
the most generous person in the world, loggers who blog, and our ragtag bag of orphans
Today is the last day of my antibiotics. This week has been a whirlwind of nausea, weakness, fatigue, and socializing. Tomorrow it is all over, my colon is now a dead zone, and I promise never, ever to swallow lakewater while swimming, ever again. But! This weekend the most generous person in the world had … Continue reading the most generous person in the world, loggers who blog, and our ragtag bag of orphans
at this late hour
I am awake. Is it because I am a hedonist? Is it because I am in love? Is it because I want to live forever? Is it because I have become addicted, in the last 48 hours, to facebook scrabble? No, my love has gone to bed on her turn, stuffed up with a headcold. … Continue reading at this late hour
someone has done something very nice
This website has made an audio MP3 of one of my stories, Madge & Pansy, which is available in print here. This is part one of the MP3 This is part two of the MP3 I am very grateful for this. It is making me feel like less of a loser right here this moment … Continue reading someone has done something very nice
I am glad that I am not as smart as David Foster Wallace
and I mean that in all seriousness. One needs to be a little blunted, I believe, to find contentment in this three-legged mortal's life. Watching this video makes me sad, and inspired, and nostalgic for something that I didn't even realize was happening. (Thanks AM for the video) Charlie Rose- An interview with David Foster … Continue reading I am glad that I am not as smart as David Foster Wallace
to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
I wonder if you know, anonymous donor, what it means to me, to write these words, here in Portland, where rain lashes ceaselessly from the heavens (but I don’t mind) and then infinity splits and for a moment the yellow milk of the sun pours down, before the clouds close again and everything is the … Continue reading to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
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