2/21: The coffee house is like a lodge. We eat muffins at a long table by the water.
2/22: When the babysitter fails to show, the night outside seems to get darker.
2/23: E. is back from Ethiopia, and when I ask how it was she just says, "Good."
2/24: We find the Toys R Us, but it's been boarded up for two years.
2/25: When we ask G. what will happen on Friday, he says, "Presents."
2/26: My mom feeds Girl Scout cookies to the deer.
2/27: Two years ago on this day, at 5am, I became a new mom. Today, I have a sick toddler, and I walked into my house to find my mom, fresh from Tampa, building the biggest sand box I've ever seen in my living room. And that's why this blog update will be late.
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2/21 - I get carded twice at a Portland bar - once at the door and again at the bar. Leave me alone, I can't help it I look young.
ReplyDelete2/22 - My roommate and I laugh as we plan a trip to Cali, making surfing lessons our number one priority. Neither one of us can swim.
2/23 - Since when did being "single" become a disease?
2/24 - I miss school and sleep all day. I can't breath out of my nose and my voice sounds like a man's. That is dead sexy. Not.
2/25 - A woman tattles on her co-workers. Everyone gives her the cold shoulder.
2/26 - "Holy Toledo!"
2/27 - I cry at home as we discuss the options for my knee. An MRI is too expensive, ice never helps, the knee brace only works for so long. How will I run that marathon on a crapped-out knee? I haven't figured that one out yet.
There are dinosaur books in the Library. I page through one feels like browsing through Facebook, all those characters from my past I don’t talk to anymore. Oh Styracosaurus, you where so cool.
ReplyDeleteCounting the cold war, there has only been 8 years of my life where the United States was not at war with someone.
So often we project onto the interfaces around is our own limitations.
I want to crawl up on to the ceiling and curl up in the place the lights shine away from.
Several ordinary cannibals are aghast at the new breed: child abducting yetis, a weightlifter who grafted monkey hands over all of his skin, A giant clam that walks on six large tentacles, seeking lovers on the beach.
Warning! It is possible to be so tired that one looses their creativity.
Buying Nutella may be an effective incentive for your roommate to cook a fancy dessert. Or maybe you'll eat it all spread across a loaf of bread.
I just realized: When I wore a watch, the hair was all wore of this wrist, now covered in hair. Is there anything that could make me wear a watch ever again? Cellphones have switched a significant part of the culture back to the pocketwatch method. Strange how I have gone all these years without giving thought to my wrists. So strange, look at it flop, it can tilt, a hinge, made out of live wet bones and cables. You can see and feel all these moving parts in it. Eww.
2/21: I found a dead mouse stuck to a chair in my garage today. Not only was it dead, but it was smashed onto the under side of the seat area (the chair was upside down). Nothing was on top of it, so I have no idea what smashed it. From the look of it, it was something rather heavy. I stopped cleaning the garage for the day.
ReplyDelete2/22: I’d like to know why tearing up rolls of toilet paper is fun for a dog. Do they think they’re gutting a rabbit or something? If so, my living room carpet is covered in innards.
2/23: Baby spiders are beginning to invade the house. It seems that this week we’ve found at least one each day and put them outside. I am beginning to wonder if it’s the same one coming back inside every day. I’m also wondering if they really make it down to the river alive (like I have myself convinced) if I flush them.
2/24: On some days, I find that the sound of a cat taking a bath really gets on my nerves. It’s much like listening to someone chew with their mouth open, but it goes on and on and on, rather rhythmically, until I feel like I’m going to scream if it doesn’t stop.
2/25: As I drive up the hill to my house, the snow falls onto the front window of the car and splatters into tiny white clusters that make me think of tiny solar systems.
2/26: The sound of a man practicing the cello fills the hall by the dressing rooms. The music is rather haunting, and much more interesting to listen to than what is currently happening on the stage.
2/27: The sun is warming the snow, which is falling off the trees in large clumps.
Saturday- I feel a bit ill from last night.
ReplyDeleteSunday- I can still smell bananas. He always smelled like bananas.
Monday- The grocery store rearranged again. I don't know where things are.
Tuesday- I don't know if I should write the note or not. Shelby says “No!”
Wednesday- Liesel was not an ordinary girl.
Thursday- Simplicity gets people in trouble.
Friday- Fire gets people in trouble.
Feb 23: He misses rehearsals, assumes it easy to memorize lines. Culturally challenged, taking an acting class, ESL and pissed and scared of making a fool of himself. But making a fool of yourself is what theater is all about. I let him lead.. Let him play director. I'm not afraid of failing this class one bit.
ReplyDeleteFeb 24: Dawning on me that my youngest daughter, age 29, visits me soon, during finals week, wouldn't you know it? Haven't seen her in...too too long. Feels like my eyeballs ache, yearning to catch a glimpse of her face.
Feb. 25: I arrived early to take tickets and sat behind a table in front of the lecture hall auditorium. Huge windows from floor to the top of the building, gave me a wonderful view of the island gardens in the plaza, full of trees and bushes and sculptures. It started snowing. The sky darkened for a short spell and suddenly white poured like goose down. It dumbed white everywhere and people squawked all around me and a co-worker lamented that it would keep the audience away. But it didn't. For the third time in the last six months Noemi Bann, holocaust survivor, packed the hall with hundreds and hundreds of people.
Feb 26: My mother sent me a packaged amaryllis bulb at the beginning of every Christmas season. It grew huge, with big red bell blossoms blooming by Christmas or New Years. Since Mom died, almost a decade ago now, I buy myself a packaged amaryllis bulb long after Christmas, from an out-dated merchandise outlet, when they get very cheap.
The big red bells bloom in March, in time for my dead mother's birthday.
Feb. 27: I swear I can feel people read my stories or articles after they get published or otherwise distributed, like a psychic sense.
Feb. 28: “I didn't know there were still places like this” Clarice enthused. I had picked her up at the old folk's home for a drive and headed out Mt. Baker highway. I turned up a logging road, past Kendall. Soon we were exploring a tiny dirt road winding through the heart of Pacific NW forest, sunlight playing hide and seek with the flora and fauna. Clarice, age 93, was in ecstasy. “I didn't know there were still places like this.”
2/21- Dandruff sprinkles the bus drivers shoulders as he sips on his Coke Zero
ReplyDelete2/22- Sometimes I watch movies and think, I should be famous
2/23- Dreaming in Halo vision even when I can't play the game and actually somewhat hate it with a passion
2/24- Green tea and acupuncture are the best combination of feel good therapy
2/25- When it is a beautiful sunny day but there is nothing exciting to do, is it wrong to wish for rain?
2/26- I hate cats and yet I will never not pet its fur, it feels fake and comforting
2/27- If there are ripples in time I bet it looks like a feeding frenzy in deep waters.
2-21 I have the horrible predicament of being extremely lazy and uptight at the same time. As such, I can't enjoy my laziness because I'm constantly stressing myself out that I'm not doing anything important.
ReplyDelete2-22 She begged him not to leave her.
2-23 People are so obssessed with not hurting others that they withold the truth for too long and then hurt them even more
2-24 Although the past was a long time ago some people get a kick out of bringing it up again
2-25 She had to fake Old English pronnouncation in front of the entire class
2-26 The ring found its way back to her
2-27 a couple was having their dramatic showdown on the hill by the ridge early sunday morning, true soap opera style
2-21
ReplyDeleteAmericans put oil on everything, in everything, then the next day, oil comes out of everything. Oil has 15 grams of fat per teaspoon, or is it tablespoon?
2-22
I can no longer live with roommates, hearing kisses, spanks, and yelps from across the hall just doesn't help my "stay positive" mindset.
2-23
Today at the bus stop the 9:34 never showed up. 3 McDonalds bags lay ignored on the sidewalk in front of about 20 of us. The boy next to me finally picked them up and threw them away, my opportunity of a good deed taken away.
2-24
Birthdays are so high pressure. Now that I have a significant other, I feel anxious as to whether or not my gift is good enough...
2-25
Knowing that my need to attend class will only last for a few more weeks is making actually going to class that much more painful...I barely made it out the door today, had to chase myself out.
2-26
There is an old man who wanders the parking lot of our condo complex, he will walk a little, stand and stare, walk a little, stand and stare even longer, he waited for about a half hour next to my car before walking again today, he needs a hobby.
2-27
The aftermath of a college birthday. My boyfriends phone slipped down the crack between my bed and the wall this morning, causing us to erupt with moaning and yelling for the next 20 minutes, bodies lacking hydration are completely worthless. BCR's are holy.
Saturday 2/21: The dancer puts on her layers—nylon socks, leggings (with stirrups), wool socks and leg warmers. My white cottons feel inadequate by comparison.
ReplyDeleteSunday 2/22: Have you heard of the tongue bug—aka cymothoa exigua? Look it up on Wikipedia/ Google image. It’ll change your life.
Monday 2/23: The telephone wires whip in the wind like double-dutch.
Tuesday 2/24: He used to waddle, but after two surgeries he glides.
Wednesday 2/25: In the soppy glop mud field there are 2 ravens and 39 robins.
Thursday 2/26: Only in the practice room hallway—Gershwin mingles with Wagner mingles with Bartok—piano, tuba and violin.
Friday 2/27: The snow’s melting so quickly it sounds like someone on the roof left the hose running.
2-21: The British have much better radio programming than we do. Take a look: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/. Thank God for podcasting.
ReplyDelete2-22: I overhear: YAP! YAP YAP YAP! Whiiiiinnnee.... YAP YAP!
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All right. That seals it. Second morning in a row. There is a CANINE somewhere in this apartment complex, or else there is the ghost of a canine. It barks and yips and whines and I can HEAR IT. That thing is like a terrible alarm clock that always goes off two hours early.
2-23: Late night shopping at Fairhaven Haggen (Fairhaggen!). Night shift stockers are debating the legitmacy of chiropractice. One of them feels very strongly about medical science and the importance of clinical testing. I sense we could be friends.
2-24: Retrospective observation: Most of my previous observations have been cynical. Some day I will become not cynical, perhaps. That day is not today. It’s probably not tomorrow, either.
2-25: The best kind of excitement is the kind where you don’t even care if anyone else is excited too.
2-26: The displays in the group rooms of Wilson Library are not televisions. They are “Smart Boards.” They are the coolest things in the world.
2-27: It’s 5:00 and the sky isn’t dark. I… I think we’re gonna make it through the winter.
2/21/09 – Her jaw ached from grinding her teeth, but it felt awkward to discontinue the movement.
ReplyDelete2/22/09 – The dark of winter provided earlier bedtimes and reasons to remain indoors. No one wondered why he wasn’t “outside having fun” on a Friday night when it was pitch black and raining, giving him several more hours to hide and read without the guilt of being anti-social.
2/23/09 – The apartment was bare and smelled of moldy fruit and incense. The walls were bare but for a few painting down by the occupants. All the furniture was small and neat, very odd for college students.
2/24/09 – The library’s new hours included constant closure on Monday, the best day to do homework.
2/25/09 – The worse the economy gets, the looser a company’s morals become. No one cares about anything besides their job. It’s all about who you know and who you can tare down to ensure your employment. A company is based on values, but run on politics and the best liars and performers.
2/26/09 – You can’t smell the freshly printed pages of an E-Book, or feel the soft texture of the paper between your thumb and forefinger as you turn each page. You can’t drift through the shelved of a used E-Book store and find a volume covered in the thoughts and questions of another’s experience of that story, scribbled in the margins and between the lines. You can’t hear the spine of an E-Book crack its welcome to a reader who waited in line to receive the first shipment of a new novel. You can’t fall asleep with an E-Book across your belly, too enthralled to put it down and go to sleep. You can’t write an inscription on the title page on an E-Book as a gift. You cannot read an E-Book by candlelight when the power is out.
2/27/09 – She collected nametags. She worked at a thrift store that accepted clothing donations. Many people turned in shirts with nametags sown onto them or still pined into the breast pocket, She slipped these into her pocket and took them home.
2/21-A three hundred pound man with a blonde beard and long, curly locks and wearing a black T-shirt sings "I'm a sweet transvestite...from transsssexual transssylvania"
ReplyDelete2/22-I hang with two Australians. Apparently a boot is a car trunk, a bonnet is a hood, and flogging molly is something I won't elaborate on. Also, Australians are dirty people.
2/23-A man with enormous red lips sits beneath a happy face, a chicken, and the hammer and sickle.
2/24-I've finished Watchmen. I've never been so disappointed by the ending of an otherwise great book. They had pictures and they still couldn't give enough information.
2/25-sensitivity is playing musical chairs in with my teeth.
2/26-A woman in stale gold and sky blue stares down at me. I've heard that ox urine is used for the yellow tints.
2/27-The static on my T.V
I miss Conan O'Brien.
ReplyDeleteMy car sits on the curb, scared of the oncoming traffic.
I would much rather go gray, then slowly and uncomfortably watch my hair recede like a cowardly army.
I would much rather go bald, than be infected with gray hairs, and patches.
My mustache brings all the girls to the yard.