Monthly Archives: May 2003
Turtles and Dragonflies
I’ve been so happy tramping over the city in this heat. I found a sidewalk by the park covered in dozens of stencils of turtles and dragonflies. In the middle of all these water dwellers someone has painted In Memory of My Love. If the Lad died I would stencil windmills up the side of … Continue reading
Dear Maggie,
You get a birthday blog even though you don’t read this ever. In your own words, “whoever propels you towards clarity is the key.” Maggie, you never have really propelled me towards clarity. But the days of sitting under one blanket and waiting for Manuel, so steady, are always just over my shoulder, and they … Continue reading
Run, I’m being taught communism
Flora is teaching me Russian. Today she printed out the Russian alphabet with a pronunciation guide for each letter and gave me a small lesson – I learned how to say “hedgehog” and “bug.” I wish my keyboard typed in Russian. The letters are heavy and thick and beautiful. Flora is so entertaining. When she … Continue reading
Run, we’re being chased and we’re communists
The Matrix II. This will have spoilers, PLEASE don’t read it until you see the movie. Ready? Okay. The Matrix was fun. Anyone who’s heard Sean’s theories about the little red pill and the communist Wachowski brothers will have noticed the Oracle’s little red candy with satisfaction. I missed Tank, I missed Switch, I missed … Continue reading
Run, we’re being chased by communists
Until I was four, my best friend’s name was Ian McDonald and he lived across the street from me. We spent most days in and out of each others’ back yards, pretending to be private detectives. He was pretty much willing to believe the things that I told him were true (the playhouse is our … Continue reading
A red bandana and a golden retriever named Honey
This is not how I imagined it, not paperwork, and not picking up soda cans at conferences, and not mustached men standing way too close to me in an elevator with only the two of us to fill it. I’ll sell my car and buy a truck and a dog, I swear to god, I’ll … Continue reading
(This is not) a long, amusing story about meeting Barbara Bush
In a letter to Henry Miller, my best friend Anais Nin wrote the following: “I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That’s what love does to intelligent women. They cannot write letters anymore.” Love like that makes you smoke American Spirits and shave your head, but real love comes like a witty houseguest and … Continue reading
Letter to Leto
Dear Jared: I’m glad we got a chance to connect in Indio on Saturday. Like Hamlet says, verily, after all these years, it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to the name. I thought our meeting was very productive, and I’d just like to review a few of the key bullet points … Continue reading