For me anyway. I remember staying up late and watching this. I was amazed–I’d never heard anything like this. In my small town you got southern fried rock, country, some horrid metal thing, folk or classical. I’m sure there were other things going on, but that’s all I heard in …
There is another (new)fashion rehash. The slouch boot. I was in high school when this became a new wave fashion deal in the 80s. I didn’t make too much money either working at Bob’s big boy as a hostess (I was a horrible waitress) or Red Lobster (same deal, and …
A recent experience has caused me to contemplate the hollow space that must be within everyone but the most simple of us. Smaller at some times than others. More obvious at times and at times more painful. In your teens, the hollow space is that of identity. If you are …
Well the entries are getting closer together. The goal for next week is another entry. Or I may have three this weekend and the dam will have broken (I wrote that ‘damn’ which is indicative of my feelings without structured creativity). This actually occurred on my way out of the …
And I’m sitting here supposed to be writing. And I find I have less and less blog entries in me anymore. Some of this is that time in life. Words fail when your entire being is going through such huge changes I guess. At least that is one theory. It …
I haven’t had much to say. It seems it has all been said before or said better. I’m not the first woman to miscarry. It isn’t the third or fourth or 6th time, it’s the first. Actually the third, but the one when I was 20 –I didn’t know what …
That’s what it feels like. I note distinct differences in how people communicate in the various places I’ve lived. In San Francisco, everything was exagerrated, overstated and intense. It wasn’t just a “bad date,” it was a “horrific, mind numbing excursion into the underbelly of boredom.” It wasn’t a ” …
I’m sitting here twitching with too much coffee. The coffee we still get sent from Freed’s in San Francisco. Wearing perfume I have sent from another part of California (www. Blackphoenixalchemylab.com) and searching online for a cool dress for the Bean at a shop in New York, while working on …
Just got back from the UU Fellowship. It’s a gift how much better I feel after each service. I’ve even offered to sing a solo part soon. Oh lord. Nervous about that. I don’t have what you’d call a ‘pretty’ voice. I sing tenor. Odd for a girl. I have …
Sometimes I don’t like being a libra. There’s an easy hook to hang this whole thing on, when it’s probably not the stars, just my personality. And growing pains. We’ve gone from near isolation to whirlwind. I’m really grateful and happy to be a part of things but I”m feeling …
I hadnt seen him in years, more than 15 I think. I loved him once, with that desperation only a 17 year old can muster. He was difficult and strange and melancholy. And gentle though a rage seethed just below his carefully controlled surface. I know we took long walks. …
This is one of those de rigeur end of the year wrap ups. Yet I find myself rather loathe to write anything at all. 2005 didn’t suck for me as much as it has for others. 2004 was a nightmare, but 2005 brought with it our move to Fayetteville, so …
In the spirit of doing things that are good for me (and ultimately for the family) I found my walking park and have set aside an hour each day to do it. It feels indulgent but if I can convince myself it is ifor the good of everyone (my health …
an arm is off an eye is missing a face is cracked a mouth is rusting a dress is ripped a hand is stuck this mechanism seems to be broken but pull the string still it can talk So I’m taking the time to listen to the Dresden Dolls again …
I hope I’m done with that phase of choosing friends by their level of shiny-ness. All that glitters is fool’s gold.
Somehow, if you just keep clicking you come up with amazing pictures, which is why I LOVE digital cameras. We had the BEST time at Autumn fest on Saturday I have loads of pictures, but I’m preoccupied now. but there is this: She was just the most amazing Bean. I …
recently… Poppy Brite’s The Devil You Know I liked it, particularly the restaurant writing. Five Quarters of the Orange –Joanne Harris–brilliant. I actually cried at the end “You can come home, you just have to stop moving away.” Oh yeah. Um plus about three completely stupid SF/Fantasy novels because I …
