General
Wider and wider
My teeth are gapping. The tiny cracks between my teeth, which are perfectly normal and natural, are slowly widening as I sleep. Every morning I take a tiny tape measure and examine the progression, the continental drift of my teeth. Tiny bacteria clad in woolly mammoth skins are shaking spears and migrating slowly from molar … Continue reading
Date date date
I met up with the Sicilian on Wednesday night to deliver my annual report. In all the fuss and bother of being broken up with and then nursing my sputtering fantasies of revenge for two years, I had forgotten how much I really do like him and we had a quite a nice time I … Continue reading
Carthage turns two
I’m sitting at a precariously tilted cafe table on a precariously tilted sidewalk. My coffee cup is full and I have my laptop in front of me. I’m making bets with myself as to how long this will take to go horribly wrong. It seems fitting to celebrate Carthage’s entry into her terrible twos by … Continue reading
Still in Tucson
I think we should get formal pictures taken, I say. Formal pictures? You mean, like, with sequins? And a corsage? No. Like with a photography studio in Sears. The Lad grimaces predictably. But why would we want pictures of ourselves looking fake? he says. We are a beautiful couple, I tell him sternly. The world … Continue reading
Dog Dream
I’m in Tucson today. I was thinking how I would go there for grad school and drag the Lad with me and he and I would get a little house up in the hills just outside of the city. It would go like this: Our kitchen is painted yellow. The house is NOT filled with … Continue reading
Michele
Happy birthday, pretty bird. I love you and all that you stand for. Communist.
Don’t call me stupid
Professor Cleese performed the same physical comedy routine in the second week of class that he used for the first: straining to move large teacher’s desk to a more central position, enormous screeching sound in silent room, dismay and perplexity followed by inspiration, huffing and puffing to lift desk instead of dragging it, enormous tweed-clad … Continue reading
I’m the space goblin and I’m here to say that staying in school is a-ok.
One of my professors is playing his Professor role exactly as I imagine John Cleese would play it. It’s all English accent and bumbling physical comedy and stuttering halts. “Most writers agree that the most difficult thing to describe is sex. But the student who takes the minutes in this class will find it still … Continue reading
Look out, Jack
It was around this time last year that I met Elliott Smith at Safeway, so maybe that’s why I’m only just beginning to feel genuinely sad about his death. Last night I watched poor old E struggling through the inadvertently hilarious Miss Misery video and I remembered Jason Martin telling me way back when I … Continue reading
Not for Naught
Re-reading have I been the Lord of the Rings trilogy and somewhat annoyed have I become at the persistent switching of traditional subject-verb order which Tolkein engages in. Very like it is to the grammer which I did use in my eight grade sonnets, wherein merry havoc did I play with subject-verb order to make … Continue reading