Walk outside.  Biting air shoots right through you, stings.  Swaying ominous naked trees, groaning the way tired floorboards groan.  Snow on the ground, but not enough to be much fun, and not the kind that's fun to play with anyway ( Read more... )

Relativity:
Only grim, grounded housewives
See the Taj Mahal.

This year is going to suck all the life out of me, reducing me to little but an empty shell of a human, malnourished, sleep-deprived, sun-deprived, society-deprived--I will be an infinitely more musical shell, I will--as aforesaid life is slowly drained out of my once vibrant being, or maybe hosed into nothingness, as in a vacuum--become a treasure ( Read more... )

In Baltimore or less.  Landed at 7:30ish Saturday night, found Robert waiting at my doorstep like the wonderful person he is.  Went to Subway with Rob and Thomas and won a free Scrabble cookie.  Gave said cookie to Thomas because he complained that he didn't win anything.  Ismar met us at Subway, Thomas left to hang out with the roommates, the ( Read more... )

I'm starting to reach the surface.  It's no longer dark and despairing -- I can see glimmers of the sun above me -- but it's still cold and wet and I'm still a long treacherous lung-busting swim away from air, that most taken for granted of necessities, that pesky sustainer of life.

Ever have one of those days where you look around and just have all of a sudden an incredibly intense appreciation for everything, for where you are, where you've been, where you'll be?  Where everything is so vivid you can practically taste your surroundings?  Where you're sitting in your room, willingly, joyously struggling through the infinite ( Read more... )

Been doing lots of gallivanting around foggy LA.  Am impressed at and fond of how easy it is to be vegetarian - and even vegan - here.  Trouble shitting for some reason (even after my uppage of fiber content), but this morning eased that a bit.  Thomas was getting tired of my bitching about my constipated ass.  Hanging with the family.  Playing ( Read more... )

I like listening to Bruckner 4 naked.

Toasting in the Carolina sun ( Read more... )

Sitting on the fire escape, the five o'clock sun casting long shadows across my lap, soaking in the sixty-five degree glory after a miserable winter of frozen noses and toes.  Watching like a creeper as people creep through the alley below, unaware that they're under surveillance.  The glow of light softening the ugliness of the window screen.  ( Read more... )