This is the car my brother was in Friday night.

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So, I'm the only person I know not in grad school. And my brain is going to mush mush mush. We're not talking high-brow intellectual stuff like hmm...was that quote from the Merry Wives of Windsor or from the Taming of the Shrew, or now what's the mass of a muon again?, or could the twentieth-century declension of the post-romantic western mind ( Read more... )

So the occupational bipolar love/hate pendulum has swung again and I'm back to liking my job now. A lot. Probably due mostly to the fact that the job I'm doing doesn't at all match my job description. I'm doing some analysis-type stuff now, playing with the big picture, and I wrote most of the last report that went out and got to put my name on ( Read more... )

You wouldn't know it right now, but Halloween is my absolute all time second favorite ( Read more... )

I learned another one of those things about the way the world is and I'm heavier, burdened, all the more world-weary brittle knees against stubby pavement for it. I hate that I can open people up like so many bound leaves but sometimes I don't. In a job, I'm so preoccupied wanting to impress that I forget to be a judge and I see paystubs and a ( Read more... )

I am, like, sooo over my job. I keep running into the same brick wall. And I can't help but think that...oh, never mind. What I was going to say is politically incorrect so I'll just put a sock in it. I'm not brave enough to be really really me in the online arena ( Read more... )

damp up through the floor
carpet squishing flooded wreck
feel it--raw sewage

terse into my lungs
a bleachy smell invading
breathe in all this wind

I have long been suspicious that I, like a character in an Edgar Allen Poe story, have only at all the worst times oppressively fine-tuned senses. Not the sixth sense kind--that requires a greater affinity for metaphors--but of the literal ones. Especially when I am alone and it gets so loud in my head and so quiet outside it that I know every ( Read more... )

Good God is real estate in Charlottesville ever overpriced. Damn you Dave Matthews, daaaahahaham you!