...in love with the cold.
It is January. I have newly acquired 3 pair of long johns. It is 44 degrees outside. I am baffled. I haven't seen grass in four weeks. I'm starting to see grass. It isn't right.

Jesus Christ.

I thought religion was enough of an opiate. Guess free press is too much of an upper.

I would like to note, in my ongoing work on the Bhopal tragedy, that yesterday marked the 23rd anniversary of the day that former Union Carbide CEO Warren Anderson was arrested upon his arrival in India. He was let go, obviously and unfortunately. The government of Madhya Pradesh has a warrant out for his arrest, for homicide. He is now a fugitive ( Read more... )

I sigh audibly and William says, "what"? and I say "Nothing..." And that's pretty much how it goes right now so far. I'm  grieving, stressed out, and half my heart is always in Bhopal, India, because I have to have a 7 to 10 poem series for Monday, and I'm writing about Bhopal, and this will probably develop into my thesis. You know Bhopal. The ( Read more... )

Dammit. I have to have this thing written... I dunno, last night. And I'm stuck on ONE WORD. Out of millions I can't find ONE WORD. Because it is the last word. It is weighty. And it only has to mean "piece" or "thing" but neither or those words will do. Is it possible for a synonym of "piece" or "thing" be weighty if neither of those words would ( Read more... )

I've been cleaning my coffeemaker. Ran it through with vinegar to clean out the hard water deposits. Wiped  down with water every surface I could reach. Cleaned every removable part with soapy water to rid it of that grungy coffee residue.
You know what?
That grungy coffee residue kept my coffee from tasting like vinegar and soap.

In the epistle I am trying to write right now I came up with this happy typo:

fantasty

which I read as a blending of fantasy and tasty. Tasty fantasy. Fantasty.

Maybe that should be the title.

I don't at all feel great about this. In fact, I feel pretty lousy. The truth is that I figured out the solution to the mouse trap conundrum ( Read more... )

We put down the kill traps with peanut butter bait.

It ate the peanut butter.  The trap did not spring.

Excuse me. I mean to say that the six traps did not spring when he availed himself of the peanut butter.

He is also avoiding the live trap.

What kind of mouse is this?

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                      what?

A few things:
1. 9:00 am Monday: Pelvic Exam. Blech, right? But in truth, I was in and out in a half an hour. Yea!

2. We have not gotten rid of the mouse. It went away for a while, I think, but its droppings appear in my desk every few days. We have traps all over the house but we just can't seem to catch it. We'd be in real trouble if we had an ant ( Read more... )