spotless mind
I made it through the first hour of work today, but that was all. This nasty little head-cold has me beat. No matter how many times I wash my hands at work, I seem to pick up every cold and flu that walks through the doors of the library. Certainly this is a result of my compromised immune system, but no less annoying. The cold medicine I am taking makes everything a bit dreamlike. My choice of media today — Paul Auster’s “In the Country of Last Things” and Taika Waititi’s “Eagle vs. Shark” — added to it, no doubt. Zen slept next to me most of the day and evening. My eyes are dry and my nose won’t stop running, and yet I am confident that with rest and vitamins and sleep I will be better tomorrow. For...
Read Morewe know how to help
When your relationship is getting ruined we know how to help you. We will come into your house while you are at the grocery store, buying whatever the hell cereal you want to buy, now that there are no other arbitrary preferences in the house, and we will rearrange everything. We will confuse your weakened heart, so there is no longer a focus on the ever-present crumbling, the noise of a tow-truck always idling around the corner. We know that it is not about words of wisdom. Curse words are more apt but still not good enough. The words you want to collect and trash are the words you think you will never say again: “honey” or “baby” or “sorry” “I missed you” or “I know I was wrong” or “what do you...
Read More40 Inspirational Speeches in 2 Minutes
YouTube – 40 Inspirational Speeches in 2 Minutes actually gave me goosebumps.
Read Morequestions
Is it rude to pet someone’s dog without saying hello to the person part of the equation first? What is the word for “compulsion to buy cat toys even though they always prefer hair-ties and bottle-caps”? Is it okay if FunkyPlaid has more (and prettier) fountain pens than I do now? Do I lose my fountain pen street cred? On which street might this cred be located? Can you ever spend too much time thinking about the subjunctive? Where can I find a Santa hat within the next 18 hours? Did you ever listen to the...
Read Moreimpending doom
City workers, poor lose out in S.F. budget cuts: “Nearly 400 city employees will lose their jobs in February as part of $71 million in cuts announced Tuesday by Mayor Gavin Newsom.” No word yet on whether or not I am one of the 400.
Read Morefor luck
As everything is liminal, the sky and trees are separated only by lamp-light. You remember how to get to the train, but do not remember the walk. A white car attempts to punctuate the crosswalk as a near-stranger grabs for your arm. Which words did you use to describe your mood to your colleague? Were you too argumentative, too callous, or not engaged enough, still too young in the field? Will you remember which words when you sink unthinking into a free seat, or will you allow the novel’s last chapter to wash over you? Removing your sweater, you are neither warm enough nor chilled. You are the girl who puts the sweaters on the hangers the same way. You are the girl who says please and thank you. You are the girl who forgets the right word in the right...
Read Moredecadence
Ah yes, living the decadent life! Right now I am reclining in bed, stuffed with Thai food, editing poetry– scratch that, attempting to edit poetry because I am on my 12″ PowerBook and it can barely load a webpage, let alone maneuver around word processing. Open Mail.app and the spinning beach-ball of doom appears. This makes me sad; my trusty PowerBook and I have been together for over 5 years. What I want not to want for Christmas this year is a replacement laptop of a new MacBook, but it is so shiny and lovely and fast. Perhaps I will treat myself with one if I get into grad school. I just submitted another application over the weekend, so here’s hoping. The heat radiating from this thing is lulling me to sleep. Here I go, where visions of...
Read Moreoverheard
Earlier this evening, FunkyPlaid and I were at the laundromat, spending quality time together and with our respective reading material. Two twenty-something San Franciscan males entered and began the most insipid conversation I’ve overheard there, involving how one of them, while living in India, paid someone to do his ironing, a couple of rupees per shirt. I fell in love with FunkyPlaid all over again when I looked over to roll my eyes and he was already rolling his. I don’t know what it is about conversations in public places, but people are talking louder and louder. I’ve no doubt that we all talk about things that other people find inane, but I don’t recall being subjected to these conversations at such volume before. As a result,...
Read Moreon marriage
A friend, on marriage: It’s why people get married, to have someone around who’ll enjoy telling you the things you don’t want to hear. Or, conversely, who learn not to.
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