i have almost finished getting rid of things, and i'm pretty proud of myself ( Read more... )

dammit, larry.  why ( Read more... )

well, ok, so my new least favorite place to find a tarantula is in the seat of one´s pants, specifically after one has put them on ( Read more... )

i know crinkled nicarguan farmers who could outlast any experienced yogi in a silent retreat ( Read more... )

     hitchhiking on a dusty, bumpy truck with teachers and 8 year old daughter who has the most crinkly and warm smile i know ( Read more... )

     i´ve been having dreams about suddenly finding myself back at home, and realizing i didn´t even say goodbye to anyone here, and feeling just confused and displaced ( Read more... )

     tramping about the woods behind the house (really just a narrow brambly strip, and a rather littered one at that, but at nine it seemed boundless) building little huts and bridges over the stream, waiting until the rain just stopped then running out to stand over the gurgling brook with a wooden spear ( Read more... )

key club hurricane clean-up, we found that literary porn in the flooded basement of an old couple and stole it?  how sketch ( Read more... )

if i were an element, i imagine i would be nitrogen, being as it is sulkily disinclined to react with anything else.

only a few people make sense to me.  as in, i can understand the path they are on, and their thoughts and joys and sadness.

everyone else i can talk to and share with, but i cannot help but feel that we interpret things in ( Read more... )

folklore, feminism and whimsy!  (the watercolored variety ( Read more... )