I miss my routine. I am not eating my own food or sleeping in my bed or doing my job on my own schedule. I haven’t “exercised” or “meditated”–the TV is always on here and I don’t fit in at all and my square shape is not particularly interesting to Read more…
Last night we watched 120 minutes before bed. Can I use that as my excuse? Or my nerves before first day back at work in seven months? Or having to drive in Phoenix? Dramarama was on (a terrible song), as was Flock of Seagulls and the Pixies and Morrissey and Read more…
When I was in high school, one of my favorite things to do was go dancing at Confetti’s. They were an underage club that played “alternative” music on Sundays and Thursday nights (not the prime nights, because suburban goth kids were not where the money was at). We would, when Read more…
I’m flying to Phoenix for a minute in the morning. I’ve been running around crazy, bawling, scrambling. My schedule is kablooey and my nerves are frayed. I cant stop thinking about this tree we cut down, and scales of time. Human lifetime vs tree lifetime vs river lifetime vs stone Read more…
I planted so many foodstuffs and the rain has been relentless, so all my seedlings are fucking drowning. I refuse to hope for less rain, because as the wise Pussycat Dolls once said, “Be careful what you wish for cuz you just might GET IT.” And rain is why this Read more…
Today a group of three men cut down the Ghost pine that family mythology says my grandmother and second uncle planted something like 60 years ago. It was at least 75-feet tall and leaned drunkenly toward the garage and new roof. It had to come down, the arborist said. It Read more…
iveeither gor E. coli or vibriosis.whaivhevere, and from what food I do not care.ive never felt this sick and not gone to urgent care. That’s for tomorrow ifi still feel the same.
i got to walk on the beach today, so that was pretty great. And I saw loons and dead jellyfish and frogs and a long weird sea worm. Now I have a terrible stomach ache and am hoping for relief in the morning.
We’ve left (briefly) for the coast. Today, I framed three silk screened prints I’ve had since sometime around 2007. And I thought about how everything I own is bound up with so many memories. And then about how many of those memories are not great. Have I lived a good Read more…