Oh God, my brain.

I would like to be a firefighter. Obviously, this would be the next logical step in becoming a worthwhile professor. That is, of course, presumably to take place after John and I have returned from London/Cambodia, or in other words; the Great Outside. You know, that wide space of land and sea that must lie beyond the borders of this, my resilient  ( Read more... )

In no particular order:

1) The combination of the smell of woodfires and the cold, particularly at night and accompanied by those purple snow-clouds.
2) Clear or Cloudy cool mornings either in late fall or early spring; things are either still alive or are just becoming alive, and the air feels crisp and almost sharp.
3) The wind. Even at its most ( Read more... )

 Once again, I find myself in my favorite place not only to write, but also to simply be; my dad's apartment. I liked it best when he first came here and there was a dearth of furniture in any form. Now, it is slightly cluttered with bits of antiques and mementos from trips and adventures that happened certainly before I was a thought in the back ( Read more... )

This has been an amazing summer. Good and bad, I suppose. I've greatly missed some folks in Casper; Maggie and John particularly. But some things wouldn't have happened the way that they have otherwise. I'm sorry about how some things have happened, but not terribly so. 
My grandmother, uncle and dad all really like Lou. I've never even wanted to ( Read more... )

I like to look at the pictures of the life you've made without my being around. You see, every big pastywhite smile, every ever shorter 35yearolddivorced woman haircut, each ugly dangly set of earrings and juniorhighthick makeup application, please me. They enforce my decision to not be around. That's why I'll never answer another latenight text ( Read more... )

In you I saw another life

To cook with four hands instead of two

But you can’t want what you can plainly have

My mistake was in trust, yours in belief

The gear grease and my kitchen knife

Salad, walks not taken in Vedawou

Clean sheets, tea kettles, juice and a quick shave

Earrings (mine and yours), a day-lily leaf

Dreamed you, some summer-time wife

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I didn't realize how long it had been since I'd actually written anything. I think that by the time finals had ended, I needed a break from words. Badly. I also tend to review what I've written and I'm mostly annoyed and amused with how I saw things a month ago, or a year ago or what have you. Sometimes, I'm pleased. 
Maggie. I'm sorry that I'm not ( Read more... )

I'm afraid that I'm destroying my brain. Only instead of doing it with booze or drugs, I've been strung out on theory. I can't even think like a normal person. Anything I watch or absorb, evening standing in line at the printer devolves into ideas about heirophany or whether or not I could make a Marxist interpretation of a commercial I saw, ( Read more... )

"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully. 
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
-Tao of Pooh

I woke up feeling different today. Every once in a while, I get these little moments of possibility, ( Read more... )