Wed, Jan 6th.

Pop music played over the PA at the public library because it was a special day at MPR. I joined a couple friends for breakfast, and they drove me to a new place in a residential neighborhood. Small trees along the property's edge hid the restaurant from the street. The winding walkway was lined with page plants, tall shrubs with ( Read more... )

Friday, Oct 2nd, 2009:

Alison was on good terms with her old undergrad adviser from Carleton. He was a respected polymath close to retirement, and she was trying to convince him to name her as his replacement for one of his jobs at the university. (He was a senior staff doctor, he chaired the Geology department, he taught the occasional biology ( Read more... )

Thursday (?), Aug 6th 2009:

I walked backed from something with Alison in the open space between pines and buildings across a carpet of brown needles. Her steps bounced a little as we talked, and her hair—brown with a black cherry sheen—hung to her chin (like it did when we first met), swinging with her every glance. She pulled her keys from her ( Read more... )

Thursday, March 20th:

I chatted with Alison, Tammy, Cassy, and Marylin (their mother) in their kitchen. I haven't seen them since Alison's wedding, and they looked the same—happy, edgily well-dressed—except that Alison wore her normal stylings instead of the white gown.
( Old-Fashioned Data Storage, My New Career As a Goblin )

Saturday morning:

The vampire bats flapped hastily away as I shooed them. We were only bleeding a little. Even atop the widow's watch where we stood, the forest canopy closed above us, thick with fir and weeping larch. Small creatures twittered and chirped all around, hidden in the trees.
( More Strangeness )

Last night I dreamt of the Hobby Store of Doom ( Read more... )