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Babysitting.
The weekend was busier than normal-by that I mean we left the house on Friday and Saturday night, and watched four hours of The Wire on Sunday night-so I haven't gotten much writing done. Though I should say that I've been working still on that earlier stuff, and made a decent amount of progress...
Today, Nicole and I were both off, and we babysat ( Read more... ) -
About that sleep...
The prior three posts were all the result of a day's labor pushing the pen-a day's labor per post. Might be a bit of a story there; is it a letdown about the dog? I will try to work on it more, I may not post it here. Maybe I feel like I should finish it, make it friend's only and beg for feedback, in an attempt to put it somewhere. That's ( Read more... ) -
Cont'd.
There was a high-pitched and repeating sound that the dreaming boy heard even before the sunny excavation site and international accolades irrecoverably slipped away from him forever. He laid still in the darkness, tried to keep the blood from his ears, and listened. It seemed nearby, but muffled, and so it was hard for him to guess at it-but he ( Read more... ) -
February, 1991 (Cont'd)
He was dreaming now: it was no longer February, but April, perhaps, and the snowbanks that the plows had created and pushed to the back of the parking lot below the basketball hoops were melting away-leaving boys hanging from worn-orange rims or the icy netting stretching but brittle beneath them. He was standing near three small spruce trees that ( Read more... ) -
February, 1991
He was half-asleep, his feet pressed up against the bookshelf that held the television, his head on one of the five couch cushions that’d been removed and were now spread around the carpeted floor: a sixth-grader occupied each one, in awkward and uncharacteristic ways. It was past one o’clock now and at some point someone had turned off the lights ( Read more... ) -
Windows Down
Driving sounds different with the windows down: the passing cars and trucks, their wind and wake. Most days you can't quite hear it. Hermetically sealed, holding tightly to the steering wheel in front of you, checking your mirrors infrequently-you're almost always looking ahead, only ahead, and hearing little of anything, if anything at all.
The ( Read more... ) -
Brontosaurus
The dinosaurs I knew no longer exist. Scientists changed their names or deleted them altogether. The bones weren't right. The bones lie. -
Twitter?
Anyone?
Seok Hwa is very nice. We must be careful not to exhaust ourselves; she should be more a roommate than a houseguest, eventually. -
More Than Halfway to Chips, Guacamole, Pita, Hummus, Beer & Wine.
Day twelve of the cleanse. Still holding pretty strong; have used only a few tablespoons of olive oil the entire time, had to add eggs and boneless, skinless chicken breasts though. I feel pretty good, though Nicole feels a little blah and we haven't noticed any major changes in energy, regularity, or overall health that offset the lack of ( Read more... ) -
Balloons.
My sleeping bag was laid out on the shoulder of the road, parallel to the asphalt that still retained some heat from the summer sun. I contemplated finding some place further off the road to sleep, but I felt that I’d walked enough and, anyway, I hadn’t seen a vehicle or the headlights of one in at least two hours.
I was awoken sometime later by ( Read more... )