General
hair then eyeball
I slept like a desert last night, shifting and rolling. More dog dreams. My mother’s dogs multiplied to two and then three. We left poor Molly at home and took the other two on a night walk; another nervous black lab, skinny and clenched, and a curly mutt with more hair than eyeball. We set … Continue reading
Hey.
I’ve been dreaming of talking dogs. First I took a train to Paris with Roxie and we chatted about our trip, then last night I was trying to give Molly her dinner and she was insisting that she is always allowed to have salmon. Is she lying, I wondered, but then thought of course not, … Continue reading
There are shouldn’ts and shoulds
One of my professors likes to remind the class that our favorite authors would not have liked us, had we ever met. “Don’t kid yourselves,” he says, “Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen would not be your friends. They would not invite you round for tea. You are uncouth youthful boors from the underclasses and these … Continue reading
Well, I like to say you have a jackass policy.
Me: Hi, do you take reservations? Him: Oh, no. We like to say that reservations are a way to prevent spontaneity in life. Me: I like to say that reservations are a way to prevent standing around in the cold for thirty minutes. Him: Well, we like to say that reservations are a way to … Continue reading
“Genes, like diamonds, are forever…”
I’m plodding my way through the dense but rewarding The Selfish Gene these days, initially because it’s an important part of my own altruistic Gene’s canon but increasingly for its own sake too. Dawkins argues that the gene is the basic unit of evolution and programs its host body to, among other things, guard its … Continue reading
All this to avoid learning any more Anthro terms
Here I am enjoying our love palace alone again. The Lad and I can’t seem to coordinate our schedules these days, which is odd since he maps his out in writing for all to see. Very odd, when you think about it. I’ve come to the conclusion that one of us is probably having affair, … Continue reading
I get around like a greyhound
Listening to the Lad on KALX. As far as I can see, here are the advantages to having a famous boyfriend: – Luna will let us in for breakfast even if there is a wait. – Invitation to Grammies. – Bitches. – Cameos in Adam Sandler films. – Canapes. – Honorary degree means I don’t … Continue reading
Seen chalked on the pavement at SFSU
In big, white letters: Only poets see poetry in public The illusion of choices In small, blue letters nearby: Merlito likes guys
Maybe he swam away
Just got a call from a detective. Apparently, one of my school friends is an official missing person, which I guess would explain why he hasn’t responded to my emails lately. It was weird to be giving my hesitant opinion about the life and psychology of someone I’ve only known a few months; I kept … Continue reading
Carthage is three. I am a brunette.
Now and then some friend of a friend mentions that he reads my site on a regular basis. For these people I’m just a fictional character; running into me at a party must be like seeing Elizabeth Bennet hanging out and drinking a beer–or really, let’s face it, Moll Flanders. The me they see here … Continue reading