Yet ANOTHER early AM flat tire begetting another weird bus ride/walk through my city, another blog post? Maybe I have a nonsensical new ritual ( Read more... )

It's hard to wrap these gifts because I keep running my fingers through my hair. And then typing some. I found the BEST desk on the sidewalk yesterday, though. It feels just great to be lugging shit home again. Like coming home in a metaphorical sense. I went honest-to-God Christmas shopping today, and now these new foreign things I brought here ( Read more... )

Hi Blogosphere, you're alright. I have a lot going on, though, I guess. If my blog could talk it might tell you:

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
The past is your present, the future is mine"

from 'Confusion' by New Order

Those are both its first AND last words of its own.

There are 1032 wildfires licking away at California right now, but none near me. Yesterday the sun was hot pink and the shadows glowed a warm color. Two mornings ago when there were only 700-800, Tessa swung open her door and orange poured out into the hall. It looked like a sunshine shop in there. Lightning is supposed to have started most of them ( Read more... )

A drunken man from Michigan who was accidentally standing on my big toe tried smooth-talkin me at a bar tonight. He told me he lived around the corner, except that he hadn't known that he did til tonight. He had called a cab, asked it to take him to El Rincon, and then climbed out in bewilderment when it cruised a block and a half ("If that!") and ( Read more... )

The last night of my otherwise wonderful Portland/Victoria/Vancouver trip, Zannie and I suddenly found ourselves knocking at the ER's door. Then just 4 days later I was again lost in fever city (but this time in my own country) with a crazy pain in my right bean organ. As of yesterday I have more effective drugs that may (?) be working, but I was ( Read more... )

A few days ago I was working in the library when an old guy, probably in his 70s, came in and asked to see the graduate portfolios from '67, specifically "Nuzu's." I fetched it from the back and he wandered with it to a table. Moments later he's standing in front of me again wanting to know where the Whistler book section is, as in James Abbott ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was scrubbing my duds at Launderland and sitting on a bench and wearing shorts and reading about Postmodern Culture when I looked down and noticed the foot of my crossed leg was swaying slightly. I tried to hold it still but couldn't. I looked closer and realized each "big" (practically invisible) sway was followed by a little sway in ( Read more... )

The other day I was spending time in the big silver basin that is my roof when a man in a Cherry Picker bucket slowly levitated into view over the edge, way on the opposite side from me. He bumped to a mechanical stop in the air and swung open a glass street light cover like a trap door right above his head. (Sorry no light bulb joke for this ( Read more... )

In the last minute of the last day of class before Spring Break my teacher said "Oh and let's put out our thoughts towards R, who MIGHT be in a coma." We all gave her wide-eyed "WHAT?!" expressions and she offered "Something with a car... should we send her a card as a class?" (Ridiculous.) We all looked at the ground. When some of us made it back ( Read more... )