i was flipping through my friend mallory's anthropology books last night; it was about a voodoo priestess and had lots of interesting and exciting songs transcribed in it in haitian creole (and translated into english). and then i fell asleep and had a voodoo dream. i've been having funny dreams lately. i had another dream where i was served boiled ( Read more... )

as i see it, there are two motives for keeping a journal; to remember the way you once were, or to try and construct a new self for the future. roughly corresponding, as it were, to people who are more frightened by the future or the past. i'm part of the second category, of course, being a slippery sort. and so my old journal was just too much to ( Read more... )