Monthly Archives: June 2004
Believe…in the magic in the stars
At the Pride Parade on Sunday the woman next to us was smoking all over me. Normally I would just move away from her, but suddenly twenty-four years of speaking quietly and smiling politely and squeezing myself into a tiny space on MUNI so that the guy next to me can sprawl out came bubbling … Continue reading
Annual Report: Barbecue with Dan Rather
Watching Clinton on 60 Minutes last night was a lot like seeing an old boyfriend years after you’ve broken up. Seeing his face glisten with intelligence and honest Arkansas sweat I was overwhelmed by nostalgia, and suddenly I didn’t care that he’d been bombing Iraq behind my back for our entire relationship. I just wanted … Continue reading
“Okay,” I said, “I will.”
“I kind of had this idea you were going to ask me to move in with you when you got back from your trip,” I said. “I am going to ask you,” he said. “Oh,” I said, and then I grinned until my face fell off.
Back to work, back to grants, back to boss, back to boredom: you can’t live in the Wood
The Lad came back as planned on Sunday, so now I can shut up about that problem. He is very beardy and I have decided to like it because what are my options, really. And he was so nice about it that time I shaved my head so I feel I owe him a weird … Continue reading
‘Cause she mixes it with love fraud and makes the world taste good
Who can take the sunshine two hundred sixty-five thousand dollar debt Sprinkle it with dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two turn it into a positive balance of twenty-two thousand dollars? The Grants Administrator can.
Two days to go and feeling the strain a little
“I have to go to Munich on Saturday to meet with the guys from that lab,” said my professor boss. “Are you taking Jane?” I asked politely. “No,” he said. “You guys are all alike!” I said. “You go haring off to Munich and leave your girlfriends waiting in the wings! Well we won’t wait … Continue reading
Rolled-up newspaper across my toes
The Lad comes home in four days — almost three days now — and while from the ankles up I am calm as a toad, my feet cannot be controlled and are flapping excitedly every chance they get. My feet are the untrained puppies of my body. I’m worried about the readjustment process when he … Continue reading