today i had a terrible day at work ( Read more... )

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sources have informed me that there is a bar in hong kong, the city of my ancestors, called Joyce Isn't Here.  And people gather there to drink and otherwise celebrate my absence ( Read more... )

i suppose it's pretty strange that the song Downtown (Skid Row) from Little Shop of Horrors is the most cathartic element in my life right now?


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yesterday marked the start of my life as an indentured servant to the Lebanese of Bloomfield Ave, i.e., waittressing at Addiwan Cafe.  Why they chose to hire me at the start of Ramadan is a mystery to me, as my job is to serve food and Ramadan's job is to have peeps FAST and REPENT.  Currently, I am to Addiwan/Ramadan as slugs are to the Universe ( Read more... )

BOOK III (Duodecimo), CHAPTER I (Huzza Porpoise) - This is the common porpoise found almost all over the globe.  The name is of my own bestowal; for there are more than one sort of porpoises and something must be done to distinguish them.  I call him thus, because he always swims in hilarious shoals, which upon the broad sea keep tossing themselves ( Read more... )

two weeks in the suburbs and already looking into book clubs and evening classes.
am i a premature forty-year-old or just a nerd?

....must...move...to...texas...

one week at home and already an existential crisis.

i went to a mexican rodeo!

and did other stuff. maybe i´ll tell you later.

i don´t care what you say, i am moving here. to `write my novel´ or something, on the beach.

now where is the cambioneta, i need to get back to my cabaña...

z gave me tickets to mexico for my birthday which make me feel undeserving.

and i got a phone interview coming up with Human Rights Watch/Woemn's Rights Division. although I think i'm going to try to hold out for the position with HRW Asia division.

maybe i'll move into the city immediately after all.