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July 4th, 2010
09:20 am - things that infested my dream house last night
Two alpacas, four little anime-style birds, and a cat-sized albino lobster.
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June 23rd, 2010
12:13 pm - also
I have heard the mermaids singing, and sometimes I wish they would Shut The Fuck Up.
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12:06 pm - seen at the gym
A football t-shirt, made from some sort of high-performance wicking fabric, with a T.S. Eliot quote on it:
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
This is the way the workout ends, not with a bang but a giggling fit.
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June 21st, 2010
08:41 am - letting go
Buried Muffin and Queequeg's ashes yesterday under the Scratching Tree (which I think is a white ash).
That's Maxine AKA PigBear in the tree (not last night). Still with us, almost 2 years later. She brought me a (4 or 5 pound) rabbit earlier this month. Sweet girl. Hygienically challenged, though.
Every time I go out in the yard, my ears get dive-bombed by flies. Hate, hate, hate.
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January 16th, 2009
02:38 pm - psst!
I'm over here!
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November 16th, 2008
12:39 pm - same as it ever was
But wherefore it was that after having repeatedly smelt the sea as a merchant sailor, I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling voyage; this the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way—he can better answer than any one else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:
"Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States
"Whaling Voyage by one Ishmael
"BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
- from Moby Dick
You may say to yourself, "This is not my beautiful house," but you'll be wrong every time.
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November 3rd, 2008
09:18 am - ¿que es más macho?
There was a group of enthusiastic Obama supporters standing at an intersection this morning, dancing around with their signs. Definitely caffeinated. Yup. As I approached the intersection, their antics caused a silver Mercedes in the opposite lane to swerve wildly towards me. Having avoided a collision, in a moment of supreme and spontaneous candor, I gave the sign-holders both the finger and a thumbs-up.
I have some serious reservations about Obama, but I'd still rather see him in the White House than McCain.
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November 1st, 2008
09:50 am - lost years
I just read this article: The Lost Years & Last Days of David Foster Wallace (That Poor Fuck). And it reminded me that I haven't thanked any of you who sponsored my participation in that suicide prevention walk I'm doing tomorrow.
So I wanted to apologize. Please forgive me. It isn't that I'm not grateful. I am. Deeply. It's just hard to talk about. I'm not sure I can say how much it means to me.
(If you haven't sponsored me, I want you to know that's really okay. I am not trying to lay a guilt trip on you.)
Denise (my high school friend who died this summer) would sneer at me for doing the walk. "What would you know about it, bitch?" She was kind of abusive like that. Or at least, she was when I knew her.
But she would write me long stream-of-consciousness notes and pass them to me when we met in the halls between classes. It seemed like such an intimate thing, to be gifted with that sort of attention sometimes twice a day. Denise introduced me to Kurt Vonnegut and Pink Floyd. She introduced me to Mark Mason. It is probably because of Denise that I met you.
Anyway, what would Denise know about what I know, 20-odd years later? And I'm still here, and she's not. And I do know about it. And I know that you can survive it, even though some days it's like pulling a fire engine. And I want everyone else to know that you survive it too.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for watching and shouting.
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October 18th, 2008
08:20 pm - you guys, seriously
I pulled a fire truck today! Can't remember the exact distance, but I wanna say something like 80 feet. I highly recommend it. It's exhilarating, and not as painful as you might think.
ETA: If you're gonna do it, you should definitely have a crowd of people there to yell at you and let you know when the truck starts moving!
08/10/31 ETA: I asked at the gym yesterday, and apparently the course was only 65 feet. But! The fire engine weighed 14 tons!
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October 12th, 2008
03:17 pm - fundraising
Every year I think about doing an Out of the Darkness walk, and every year I don't do it. Not this year. ( This year is different )
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