This, this and San Gregorio beach in the rain with a nap after the sun came out.

I don't bird (yes, a verb... ah, English). However, now there are three absolutely beautiful cranes stalking bugs, whatever else they can find out in the clover shaped ramp to the 280 overpass, or the on-ramp to the freeway. There was one who hadn't trusted me, s/he wandered in the divider between Sand Hill east and west, would eye me, still as ( Read more... )

Had to work this weekend. Put coats on old ladies. Next job, perhaps, coat salesman at Macy's ( Read more... )

It's even worse when, despite everything, I don't seem to have much to say. Yes, loquacious me ( Read more... )

Cotton, The Mountain Goats ( Read more... )

"Only an idiot, he said to himself, gets in a rage over other people: a stone falls because it is heavy. Will I never grow up? When, oh, when, will I acquire the sensible custom of giving these people my soul only in proportion to what they pay for it? If I want to be respected by them - and myself - I must show them that while my poverty engages ( Read more... )

Now, if only she looked more like Sylvia or if only the photo of Plath taking cookies out of the oven really existed... I could die happy, right now.

I confess, I can't help it. Letting me into a bookstore is just begging for trouble. Try as I might, I cannot but leave with a book. I know, I love libraries. I know, they save me money. I know that there are books that I won't necessarily want to re-read. I know I could get them again at the library anyway. Despite all these things, despite my ( Read more... )

Well, for a moment of introspection, since it's raining and since that's what one should do on a rainy day, I haven't been to the ocean in a month, I haven't hardly even gone for a hike and I have hardly been reading. What happens when the activities you come close to defining yourself by take second to the quotidian boredom of a job that deprives ( Read more... )

Last week I compiled a list of newspaper articles that make one want to end it all. I won't repeat. At any rate, it's all old news now; it was almost old news when it was published. We fail in Iraq, as usual. At home, I wonder if we're doing much better. It's hard not to despair about the lack of a good way out of a particularly doomed political ( Read more... )