"My work ethic has been missing for weeks now. Did it run away into the woods? Did I leave it on the east coast ? (no, I’m sure it didn’t come with me there.) Is it hiding in my piles of dirty laundry, or in the depths of our recycling bin? If you find it, please have it come home. We need to write an ethnography together. It’s kind of important."

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Strange boys spitting in our sink, and I've got a handful of paper with my words typed, neatly, ready for eyes; any eyes at all ( Read more... )

Someone asked me how my quarter was today, I couldn't find the words for it. It's not that it was amazing, or not quite what I was expecting. There were all sorts of reasons for me to smile at the end of the day, and there were all sorts of moments that I'll be looking back on, wishing I were in them one more time. There is a hole though, there's ( Read more... )

we were making lanyards today, and then I remembered ( Read more... )

I have so many things to say, just not quite the time to say them all ( Read more... )

I'm finding it hard to beleive this month is halfway through. I'm finding it hard to focus on anything besides all the things I shouldn't think about. (Well, you are more fun to think about than contemporary child poverty, or my tax forms, or the loads of laundry that need to be done.) Also, I think this was an exceptionally fabulous week at work ( Read more... )

go ahead, be the bird in my horns.

I have too many thoughts; at night I close my eyes and they reach out for sleep to soothe them. Apologies, the things I should've said,(to you), what I left, what I have, what makes me laugh, what I wish for (is any of it right.)

By the way, I don't have the energy anymore to guess about you; there's something you ( Read more... )

Those last days at home, I wondered why. I lay in bed with my cats pressed up against my ankles, my mother coughing in the guest room, turning off the lamp; my brother beneath my room, freezing on the porch filling his lungs with smoke, his ears with his girlfriend's voice. And of course you're waiting, for the bottom of the glass, for the rest of ( Read more... )

Sorry for the whole month blank between then and now, things are better; they have been and they will be ( Read more... )

I can't feel it anymore ( Read more... )