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At different times a hollow space: A vague story told in Soundtracks

At different times a hollow space: A vague story told in Soundtracks 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 …

“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us” ~Oscar Wilde

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 …

Like needles

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 …

Not a good day

Today we lost a pregnancy Sign of the Zodiac–Rasputina Do you beleve in the Signs of the Zodiac? Haven’t you found that the systems for Planning always fail? Can you avoid what gave Daddy his heart attack? Have you tried everything, anything All to no avail? I know what you …

I can’t talk

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 ” …

When worlds collide

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 …

Head full of Bees

Well it was recently. This head, I have was full of bees. Angry bees. I have to say, that since having the Bean, my moods once a month have gotten so much more difficult to deal with. I used to have horrific cramps. Now I don’t so often (every few …

Goodbye 2005

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 …

Santa!

The Bean told Santa she wanted a pink scooter and a bouncy ball. No tears, a little shy at first and waited pretty well (with a few forays to toy stores) for 1.5 hours. We also ended up in line with some folks we knew and their little baby boy …