I'm not exactly sure where to start...

you can't know the extent of my disaster
--living in the world where i've let go of my dreams

I shouldn't be back 'til I have a framed portrait of Nina Simone hanging in my bedroom.

The First Installment

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After-party, the Galleria, & Closing Ceremonies

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Goodbye, cruel world. I'm going to Dallas to spell dental terminology 'til Saturday night. And there'll be no comment on my prospects of winning, because I'm rightly superstitious about jinxing myself. Etc.

I feel very, very happy at this moment, listening to this song. And Xiu Xiu's 'I Luv the Valley' is good too, the way it talks about pills. Strikes a chord. Um, I'm waiting for a good opportunity to retrieve my camera from Jena's house. I need the photos it contains to inspire an entry about my break, which was good.

Yesterday I had no other resort than to collapse on the leather chair in the living room and be utterly sad for awhile. I realized and accepted the fact that I was helpless to rectify my situation. And then I went outside to trim back the Justicia. The plants sprawled messily across the bed and their foliage was old and weathered from winter's ( Read more... )

Yesterday Dalia, Allyson and I opened the door to their apartment on a surreal scene. I stepped in and, for my part, dumbly gawked in amazement at the water that was dripping or pouring out from light fixtures, vents, and the very surface of the ceiling, while all the fire sprinkler alarms blared their sirens. If you'd have been there, you'd have ( Read more... )

It was Tuesday night and I sat on the bench outside Starbucks with my knees pulled up to my chest, taking note of the people approaching the cafe and half-listening to the music which happened to be shitty. We're talking jazz and James Taylor here, and not his good stuff, although a decent French song came on which occupied me with an attempt at ( Read more... )

My driver's-side rear tire blew out Friday night on the highway in McAllen, forcing me to pull of on the shoulder and replace it with the spare in the drizzling rain. Not cute. Thus, I stress to you all the very real importance of regular tire maintenance. Shit. I made it to the hotel ok, so after that debacle things went pretty well. Realize, I ( Read more... )