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This Smorgasbord Called Life
The Captain is on his game tonight. As the spotlight tightens in around the two of us, a few flicks of his wrist finish the spine of the rope harness around my torso. A perfectly linear spiral of rope connects the loops around my hips to the ribcage of line that hugs my vinyl bodysuit and extends symmetrically over my shoulders. I love vinyl, it ( Read more... ) -
Fight for It
I wasn't really ever born, I just started recording one day ( Read more... ) -
The Re-Education of an American Professional: Student Loan Version
So I've been pertrified about the cost of my re-education. The 5-year naturopathic medical school I covet will saddle me with $200-$250k in student loans by the time I'm done. Add to that that my earning potential will be reduced, i.e. I'll be making LESS money, and it puts quite the pile of fear on my head ( Read more... ) -
The Re-Education of an almost American Professional
My boyfriend of a year and I are scheduled to have "a talk" tonight. I just got home from the salon and am making something to eat, I turned my computer on shuffle for background noise. I didn't even know I had this, I hate this song, but Edwin McCain's "Your Life" comes on first and it halts me in my tracks because I'm suddenly remembering another ( Read more... ) -
The Re-Education of an American Professional
So I'm an environmental consulting engineer. I've been an environmental consulting engineer for 10 years. I've been successful at it, collecting bonuses and raises and promotions along the way. I ride my bike to work. I see the results of some of my projects reported in local, and rarely not-so-local, newspapers, each article lauding the successes ( Read more... ) -
Hula Hoop of Pleasure
Last night, I was walking home after a terrific show at the Crocodile, collar turned up against the rain. I was walking by myself through the city at midnight on a Wednesday night with my head full of music and drums and costumes. Feeling a little winded and damp, I turned a corner and found something that made me forget my physical discomfort. ( Read more... ) -
Lesbians and Disused Sofas
Howdy, stranger ( Read more... ) -
Short Story Fiction - Elbow Writing Exercise
I set myself a 60-minute time limit for this writing exercise. As I start the timer, I have no idea whatsoever where this piece will go.
Clock Start: 6:15PM
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I plucked a leaf off of an old African Violet today. I carefully cut the stem off the leaf at angles radiating upward from the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I’m here. At my desk. Staring at my office computer screen. Again. Still. Always. Today is exactly the same as yesterday was. Same file, same project, same tank design. But today is also different. In the past 16 hours, I’ve drawn and re-drawn the same rectangular box tank five times, maybe 6, maybe 4, maybe 12 times. I don’t remember the last 16 ( Read more... ) -
Day 2 - Friday - Continued
No wheat means no cookies, no bagels, and no peanut butter frosting-smothered dark chocolate cupcakes. What the fuck? Is the office trying to kill me? Goddamn it! We didn't have any of these things all this week, but NOW? Yes. Now. Yes we do.