Author Archives: didofoot
From old journals:
November 1999 “And he took the blind man by the hand, and he led him out of town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw aught. And he looked up and said, I see man as trees, walking.” –Mark, 8:24 I always … Continue reading
Happy anniversary, Lad.
My helmet may be too loose, too old and basically unsafe, but it has great acoustics. I discovered that I can sing at the top of my lungs while we’re riding up 680 and no one can hear me but me. I can sing, for example, “Anna Begins” over and over, putting the chorus in … Continue reading
Next year, we’re getting a cabin far far away from the teeming masses, and everybody gets a key.
First, I need to clarify that Jolie also had a kick-ass costume. Second, Erica and Jolie had a shitty shitty time of it, being that they were stuck outside my house on Halloween night due to a series of unfortunate accidents. Despite that they were accidents, I feel responsible because I was a hostess and … Continue reading
Halloween
As with high school dances, I enjoyed the getting ready more than the actual event. I liked the part where my apartment was packed with people throwing wine on each other (okay, really just on Erica, who gets her props right now for being an incredibly good sport about it) and glitter on themselves. But … Continue reading
Boyz II Men songs and the disco ball
It turns out SF State has a Halloween Dance. Capital letters included. Come on! I have a chance to go to a school dance! Screw you people. I’m getting a corsage and a pimply date and a spangled handbag and hitting the decorated gym with my whole soul. You can all find yourselves someone else’s … Continue reading
Languages incomprehensible to the Kahn
I’m reading Invisible Cities again. I know there’s more to it than all the pretty words, but the language is so dazzling that I get lost trying to find the unifying elements. “There is a sense of emptiness that comes over us in the evening, with the odor of the elephants after the rain…” That’s … Continue reading
Goodbye Sicilian, hello Lad.
I guess it was inevitable, being that I work near his house, I’m friends with his friends, I take bart near his work, I hang out at his hotspots… I ran into the Sicilian today. To be honest, it was so anti-climactic that the sentence hardly deserves its own paragraph. We walked, we talked, I … Continue reading
Please help me!
What I do have: a Halloween party in three days. What I don’t have: a costume. Help! I have a devil wig, sort of, so I could use that I guess…but what else does the devil wear? Preferably something not big and stifling so that I can undergo my usual drink-induced full body blush without … Continue reading
Stoltz makes my life smell like pee.
First of all, I finally swallowed my convictions and rented The House of Mirth. Gillian Anderson, who up until now I’d only seen substituting growling for acting, was actually very good as Lily, who was one of my favorite characters in literature for a long time. Any flaws in her performance I am inclined to … Continue reading
In which she is maudlin
Every so often I see someone who has one of the Sicilian’s features, like the beard or the crazy hair or the eyes, and it kicks my teeth in with a sound like air being sucked out of a plane. I am so very happy to be through it. All I can remember is the … Continue reading