smear on the sidewalk
Today, while walking to the store to buy some lunch and carrot juice — always with the carrot juice, this phase has lasted years and I am beginning to suspect it is no longer a phase but a predilection — I neatly dodged a smear of shit on the sidewalk. I would call it “crap” or “doodoo” or “poop” but its color, its configuration, its flagrant disregard for methods of egress demanded that I call it “shit”. My first thought was: who shits on the sidewalk? This thought was immediately followed by a memory so forceful I giggled aloud. A couple of years ago, FunkyPlaid’s car was stolen. It was an awful realization, standing in front of the house, staring blankly at the blank space. We thought, well,...
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From the American Red Cross – On January 12, a series of earthquakes with magnitudes ranging from 6.5 to 7.3 devastated Haiti. The American Red Cross is working with its partners in the global Red Cross and Red Crescent network, including the Haitian Red Cross, and other partners to assist those affected by this disaster. From Al Jazeera – Scenes of fighting have broken out in the Haitian capital as survivors continue to have little food and water two weeks after an earthquake devastated the Caribbean island. From Amy Goodman, “Let the Haitians In” – National Nurses United, the largest nurses union in the U.S., has 12,000 registered nurses willing to travel to Haiti to help, but they say they can’t get assistance from the Obama...
Read Morebirthday gift
After most of a year of debating the exact method in which I would get in shape I was no closer to choosing one, let alone sticking with it. I had sampled a few different options and discarded most of them as impractical, prohibitively expensive, or both. All I could decide on was the fact that I hate the popular usage of “regime” for “regimen”. Last summer, after a friend mentioned Jillian Michaels’ “30-Day Shred” workout DVD, I read some reviews, mostly favorable, and decided to buy it. I managed to stumble my way through the first level a few times, following the modified exercises for beginners, and thought it wasn’t bad. Then my illness interrupted my routine, as was the case for much of 2009, and the DVD and...
Read Moresocks
A pile of hopes, socks just out of the dryer, top a new year. That is fine, but everyone wants you to be careful to match the socks. I am not careful. I am tired of being careful. I throw love at you, and it could hit you in the face. It is tiring to be loved haphazardly, I know. Someone will tell you things about your past, about how you should feel about your past, or about how to match the socks. All I say is shapes and colors matter little. Some of them have gone missing anyway. Love with force. Match or don’t match. Just catch. – Halsted M. Bernard
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