Stir crazy behind the computer until an all-campus notification describes incoming thunderstorms, severe with hail. I tell my officemate. I tell another coworker. I tell the barber during a late lunch, and another man turns on the weather channel that displays the warning in a red advisory box. I am elated, and then a hoped for encounter before the ( Read more... )

There is a question I want to ask my hopeless fancy. It's superficial and more easily answered than one might suspect, but in lairing the inquiry there is the sensation of adventure quietly tressed amidst insouciance ( Read more... )

It's 5:30 and I rail out "Curses!" and the manager, sweeping the floor, looks surprised. "It's all right, see you later," I grin and hop from the store. It's been a glorious day in Chestertown ( Read more... )

"Livejournal is so over" I am told. I check on alexa: its traffic has waned while blogger has steadily risen. Along with offering that quotation, my bestest friend of yore has difficulty believing the tale of my life in the past year. Not only does it sound fantastic, but it marks a transformation in my character. Instead of indomitable and ( Read more... )

I once met a man who slept only four hours a night. He was luminary: from my young vantage he led a kind of enchanted life, and he told me that for all my posturing as an aspirant teenage writer, my greatest talent was sincerity. I'm reminded of him on nights when I have slept four hours and awaken from dreams of frantic thirst to a world of ( Read more... )

In the refuge of morning the streets are abandoned but for the susurration of shadows formed between leaf and brick and flickering lampposts. There is the distant dour drunk, the imagined wood nymphs, stray cats and kittens, and the high school kid in the pickup who calls out faggot, twice, helping to keep the world populated before sunrise ( Read more... )

There are twin nightlights in the in the dual culinary suite, followed by two motion-activated lights, then a steadily blue LED slightly unset from my view, determined by the white screen and the sprawl of new sentences flickering across my fingers as they declare a tempo upon the keyboard. The scene is set, scored by folk music from the seventies ( Read more... )

It is irresistible. The drum of raindrops on a coffee lid, the lazy plenum of upturned leaves, the sifting of unseen threads like a liquid veil upon long-closed imagination, the covert congregation of metonymic-but before I get carried away by a late summer storm, half a year has passed and the calendar has already found recourse ( Read more... )

Notes on a Scandal, Bridge to Terabithia, Little Children, The King of Masks, Whipped, Live Free or Die Hard, A Scanner Darkly, I Am Sam, Transformers, My Own Private Idaho and the midnight premier of Order of the Phoenix scarcely indicate summer randomness including swing dancing, beach trips, a butterfly picnic, a dinner escapade, a dangerous ( Read more... )

Per a recommendation in a magazine, I took an online test that decided my RealAge is 17.5. Similarly, several parents at summer registration mistook me for a student.

Went to the aquarium and a concert and hosted a summer solstice gathering.

Saw The Science of Sleep, An Affair to Remember, The Clone Wars, and, best of all, kittens.