.The first Monday of the month I was at a friend’s house for dinner, peering over her shoulder as she showed me the wonder that is astrologyzone.com. I am very recently interested in astrology at all, and before a few weeks ago I had never even heard of internet astrology.This site is great, said the … Continue reading The most self-centered post I have ever written, wherein I bemoan my contrary nature and talk about writing, again
Portland
February can be hard
.The only time I want to write these days is at one a.m. when I go to bed. I don’t, of course, I lay there with my eyes shut and write letters in my head to friends who like that sort of thing- real wooden letters, in my head. The rhythm of my own sentences … Continue reading February can be hard
Braggs is made with hydrochloric acid and baking soda, Raw Foodism is for the wealthy, panicked classes, and I need glasses
.Last week I decided to be Raw. Maybe because I’ve been sick off and on for the past four months, whereas before I got sick maybe once every two years- maybe because I always find ways to sneak sugar into my diet and Raw Foodism is a diet of such restriction that I wouldn’t even … Continue reading Braggs is made with hydrochloric acid and baking soda, Raw Foodism is for the wealthy, panicked classes, and I need glasses
I love the MAX
.Last night, waiting for the max at skidmore fountain, after two hours at powell’s reading books on literary agents. I punch the buttons on the ticket machine but it’s broken, again. The homeless people are bedded down in the wide concrete place beneath the bridge, gathered here in the open to hide from the rain. … Continue reading I love the MAX
While we’re on the subject of insomnia…
.I have such a hard time saying no to the computer late at night. Why do I feel so creative at midnight? It doesn't make any sense! Here I am posting, when I should be going to bed. Some other things I do when I'm not asleep:
teeter-totters, tatertots, Indian in the Cupboard and 3-D W4W
.A friend was reading last night at Powell’s, so Starling McMorning and I met up there, early, to surf the timber shelves and find some wooden book of words that said what we needed it to say, but did not know, yet. I climbed up to the top of a mountain and found a Susan … Continue reading teeter-totters, tatertots, Indian in the Cupboard and 3-D W4W
COME SEE ME READ
.I AM GOING TO READ YOU A STORYIN A BRIGHTLY COLORED T-SHIRTOR A TASTEFULLY CUFFED BUTTON-DOWNLIVE AND IN PERSONat the IPRC, Thursday, January 22nd, where sunlight streams in the windows and there is as much mis-matched cardstock as you can eat (and the cheapest copies in town!)BURN THE DATE INTO YOUR MEMORY.Seven p.m. sharp, followed … Continue reading COME SEE ME READ
Father Time
.Last night, on the Max (light rail), I saw an oracle. It was a man from the past, or from the future, I couldn’t tell which. All I know is that I walked on with my bike, and right away, I couldn’t stand the smell. It was like feet times ten thousand, a cloud of … Continue reading Father Time
A Good Day
..The weather has been wonderful. Everything, everything has been wonderful. I ride my bike, in the afternoon, on the smooth, straight streets, and watch the houses go by me, all the strange different sorts of houses where the people live, houses with chickens and houses with goats and houses with satellite dishes and sectional sofas. … Continue reading A Good Day
My Sleep is Full of Drama
.Two weeks' worth of dreams, and the moon won't hold stillI dreamed I lived in a great, rambling building, which had been abandoned, of course. I didn’t live there so much as stay there, and I slept in the coldest, darkest, moldiest room, which was the worst for sleeping. The building was run by a … Continue reading My Sleep is Full of Drama
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