In the morning, a hornet buzzes through the window invading my dreamspace. I hear the sound of it from cataclysm and anarchy and a parade with a pink convertible and bloodstains. I throw a book, or a pair of underwear, or a shoe, I can't remember, in the direction of the noise, but it only intensifies as it moves closer to my bed. It is summer--as ( Read more... )

Kevin looks at me with these eyes--hazel, I guess. Red in the centers then green then a ring of blue around the outsides. He says to me, "I don't want to have surgery. I don't want them to put a tube in my throat ( Read more... )

Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another daySpring has sprung, and the greater Portland area flushes out because of it. Chris and I sit at bars and generally bitch about the things that we see/do/feel, but today there's none of that. Not today. Because it is spring and the wheel of the world has moved across the universe ( Read more... )

Story ideas have started to come to me in abundance lately, probably because I have so much time for the thinking and I'm not doing much of anything else these days ( Read more... )

Does anyone know of a kind of snake that swims in 45 degree weather?

I'm coming home on December 1st. The dorm we were supposed to be setting up won't be ready until later, so we have to leave the 30th. Then I have to be back in MD on the 2nd of January by noon.

I finally got my cards read on Jackson Sq. It is something that has now been crossed off the list of things "to-do" the second time around. She said I've made some rather hard life choices. I did not indicate as to whether I had or not, but she then said that I should stop questioning myself. That I had made the better of two very hard decisions. ( Read more... )

I'm back in New Orleans for fourth round. We're working with the American Red Cross, which may, in fact, be the most disorganized excuse for an organization I have ever had the displeasure of working with. Two more months. Then it starts all over again ( Read more... )