It wasn't that long ago that I couldn't cry and wished I was able. Just now I did and realized it hasn't been the first, lately. Why did I cry? I was reading an article by Alex Ross in The New Yorker on Catholic liturgical music and waiting for Kevin. I'd been telling him I'm very visual about language. Once I told Jason that I see words in Times ( Read more... )

Yesterday, all of these pages appeared on Facebook like, "You know you're from [Town] when" and "If you grew up north of [River]" that are just nostalgia MACHINES. Everyone's on them, posting away. I joined two from my old hometown in Florida, where I went to high school. The names are so familiar. There's lots of people and places I do remember, ( Read more... )

I'm trying to come up with a story for the trans anthology, and keep coming back to childhood, and gender. Ma Vie en Rose. I just watched a documentary, "Prodigal Sons," about a transwoman whose adopted older brother is discovered to be a grandson of Orson Welles, but he's also crazy: he lost a lot of brain in a motorcycle accident. He's tragic, ( Read more... )

You know how you get songs stuck in your head? For the past few days, it's songs I sang as a kid. One is a cheesy one from chorus. Now it's "Found a Peanut ( Read more... )

I'm going on Facebook a little more often lately, since I am finding so many people there that I want to (re-)connect with. A few days ago, a woman came up to me at the meat counter and told me that she'd found me through Facebook, and that she worked in my old office. We got to bond a little over how meshuganah it is there, and I got a timely ( Read more... )

I'm listening to as much of the music as I've got downloaded that's from my childhood. I was really shocked at how little old stuff I'd downloaded. In fact, most of the music I've got downloaded, I couldn't name a song of theirs. Like I was trying hard to broaden my tastes. How disgustingly pretentious of me. What's wrong with meatloaf ( ( Read more... )