From an email to Fred:

Could I have taken a photo for Why Cats Paint today! I still can't believe it. I walked in to find an object -- which turned out to be the severed head of a mouse -- on the floor. Placed aesthetically nearby were two mouse paws. Blood was smeared in swirls on the floor to the left of the sculptural section. I am uncertain ( Read more... )

I swear, his daily astrological column is uncanny in how often it accurately hits on something in me that, even from my astrologically-informed perspective, could have nothing to do with astrological transits. This is mine for today:

You are vacillating between going for it and going home. You could be tired of fighting the same old fight and ( Read more... )

William Burroughs quote nicked from maxomai:

"The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers."
The way to understand my life, then, is to grasp that I, too, am a spontaneous happening ( Read more... )

I have a real knack for getting kicked out of groups, even -- or especially -- when I'm bending over backwards to fit into them ( Read more... )

I realized in the bathtub that my current position on the U.S. election amounts to this:

• If your conscience, like mine, tells you to vote for Nader or the Green party as an expression of your actual political voice, go with your conscience when you vote.
  
  
• If your conscience tells you to vote for Kerry as a last stand against Bush, go with your ( Read more... )

... did my formerly feral kitten get two big mouse blood stains on my beautiful gold, beaded, dry-clean-only writing throw, she left a tiny little mouse paw dried into the middle of one of them.

Do you think she doesn't support my work? Thinks being cold will improve it?

She has such a smug look on her face, too.

Please read this post on the censorship of Nightline tonight. Then go the feedback section here and offer your comments to be relayed to the responsible parties ( Read more... )

It's been over a week since I got back from Carmel and Big Sur. Almost exactly 3 years since my only other visit. That part was hard, but Helen said it was good to overlay new memories.

I joked that Helen had invited me in order to deglamorize parenthood to me. In honor of approaching Mother's Day, I do have to say that the realization of just how ( Read more... )

No one is entitled to my vote. My vote is an expression of my voice, my opinion, not just what you or anyone else tells me other people intend to vote for. In rigged elections, I'm not sure it's even that, but if I'm going to go through the pretense in the name of   The Democracy We Ought To Have, I'm certainly not going to pretend to vote for your ( Read more... )

I have to tell you that I'm mad at you all for not telling me that you liked my poem. I have decided that this reflects more on your lack of attention, taste, and appreciation for meaningful content than my lack of eloquence. So there. Nah.