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cursive concert
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The crowd is taller than me
and among the warm bodies it feels dark;
an Equatorial ocean, at midnight.
I'm not sure what to say about the Cursive concert
except maybe to point out that This Man wrote one of my Albums:
one of those Albums that sinks ( Read more... ) -
nostalgia setting in--or--only 11 more days
I don't have much to say but I feel like I should be writing an entry.
You know?
I'm in a hostel in Buenos Aires right now, waiting for Madeline to get here
(she's coming on an afternoon plane rather than an overnight bus).
I am also eating graham crackers.
They are from California!
That seems like such a novelty--food from the US of A
sort of like the ( Read more... ) -
At night, as I pass on the street.
A young man sits alone at a table for 4
facing the entrance to the Great Wall of China Buffet.
His dark hair has the loose curls of a mother's favorite son;
he is old enough to have grown into his body
but young enough for a fresh & open face.
His gaze is dropped to somewhere just below
the middle of the table--there, in front of his plate,
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somewhere out in the hills near Córdoba...
Yesterday I jumped off a cliff.
What?
Of course I should probably mention that I was attached to a huge parachute
and a scruffy 30-something Argentinian guy who's been parasailing off cliffs for 14 years.
It was surprisingly peaceful--
the sky was that gorgeous blue of a clear sky day
we rode jets of wind that brought us up, up, UP
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apostrophe to my host city
Córdoba, what will you leave engraved on my heart?
A white and golden city made of brick & tile & iron grilles.
Surprise plazas & fountains, shady tranquil pedestrian streets.
Black choking clouds of bus exhaust & the chaos & concrete of the busiest streets;
also the sunny back-route home.
Green parrots as common as sparrows,
stray dogs with tender ( Read more... ) -
día de la bandera--or-- ¡PANTS!
National holiday in Argentina & like the good little female I am, I went shopping!
Well in reality I wasn't planning on it, but I was downtown & had to pee so I went to the mall (the bathrooms there--wonder of wonders--actually have toilet paper) & while I was there... heck, why not? I could use a stylin' pair of jeans at a discounted American-to ( Read more... ) -
etymology
They crossed the ocean from Spain hoping to fill their empty hands with
whatever they could find in America, the Untouched Land.
But it was a Land that pushed back.
They chopped laboriously through jungles, traversed plains full of nothing for months; they died of malaria, their muscles stretched with exhaustion; they killed and were killed by ( Read more... ) -
what I've been up to lately.
I'm supposed to like it here.
And yeah, there's a certain magic to living somewhere
where absolutely everything is different in some way.
But I just don't have a place here, you know?
I go about my life like I'm wasting time
waiting for something.
In the morning I drink my hot sweet tea and eat peanut butter toast.
I walk 20 minutes to ( Read more... ) -
a plane haiku (or, coming home from perú)
Seat 35 L:
the right wing covering and
revealing the world