Vincent stared, unashamed, as the young man who looked about the same age as him unhitched his bike from a tree. The fellow looked like a hummingbird sitting on a picnic blanket: bright colors blurring with textiles ( Read more... )

"We don't forget, thought Mma Ramotswe. Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which come back, unexpectedly, to remind us of who we are. And who am I? I am Precious Ramotswe, ( Read more... )

words are worlds ( Read more... )

Reading Allen Ginsberg's 'Indian Journals' and having a combination of reactions. First of all enjoying the language; his 'eye kick' comparisions and general drug induced brilliance and observation ( Read more... )

http://mayna.livejournal.com/198548.html

i'm makin' some with my babymama.

i need to find a good cover pattern now...

who am i?

i'm feeling paranoid, tired and scattered. i keep wondering when one boss will pay me, when the other will call to tell me my footage sucks and when the other will roll his eyes at me when i request more hours. ugh ugh ugh. i just want to be in bed napping and reading books.

I don't know why, but I've been on a spree of researching births. I found the Madison Birth Center's website and became intrigued... all these somewhat gory stories about natural birth. but quite lovely at the same time. i read one after another, drinking a beer, sinking into the stories ( Read more... )

Chicory Sandker was born this morning at 4 am! I wept with joy when I found out, after waiting 40 hours or so since Rachel went into labor. Worrying, and then continously praying "Lord! This little girl is in Your hands! I trust you to bring her through." Praying that she wouldn't burn out like a star, flickering out like a distant candle. But ( Read more... )

so, i had a lot of parties this weekend. Friday was KK's going away party: sombreros, beers, dancing in the street, hangover. Saturday was hung-over preparations for Anna's birthday with cake making and cleaning. Then off to Andrew and Rachel's baby shower complete with tons of food, tons of hippies and a pinata made to look like shapely breasts ( Read more... )

Is it a dream? Is it a lie ( Read more... )