4/11: At the market, the balloon man takes one look at L's dad and says, 'Is it Republican day?' I laugh and laugh.
4/12: It's Easter. We don't go to church. We sit around eating peanut butter eggs and preparing ourselves for loss.
4/13: The clouds spite us, stubbornly refusing to move until it's too late.
4/14: The car is rusted underneath. The bottom half of the body is covered in white dust. It looks like it's fading out.
4/15: Inside the package, there are falling-apart books and pieces of candy.
4/16: A huge bumblebee gets trapped in the house. I'm interested in things that get trapped inside: birds, bats, mice, lizards (in Florida). How desperate both the people and the animal are to get it back outside, and how impossible it seems to make that happen quickly.
4/17: G. wakes at 2am, ready to play, for no apparent reason.
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4/11: Today on a hillside in the sun and the wind I stand among the early April wildflowers: filaree and common draba, buttercups and yellow bells, shooting stars and rocket stars and several others without common names. I am exactly one mile from the nearest pair of shoes.
ReplyDelete4/12: The girl in a grim Suburban presses her little hands against the window and makes faces at us for nearly five minutes, as if she wants us to miss the exit and plunge straight into Everett traffic.
4/13: The Easter Bunny really skimped on presents this year; in the living room I find a smattering of chocolate eggs and toxic sugar-creatures. Allegedly the local coyotes scared him away, but market conditions probably forced him into second-rate merchandise, tax evasion, slave labor. The same thing happened to Santa Claus.
4/14: The wind pushes me up the sidewalk like a bored child, reminding me that I didn’t put on enough layers this morning; the sun insists that I’m wearing too much already, so I compromise and spend the afternoon indoors.
4/15: Around noon a little beetle alights on my laptop keyboard and seems to get lost somewhere between the “w” and “c” buttons. She somewhat resembles a thumb-tack; brown and white spots cover her forewings (the elytra) like military camouflage.
4/16: The back of the envelope warns: “Never burn your grill indoors. The carbon monoxide it creates can kill you.”
4/17: And I spend the next two days trying to imagine circumstances that would allow me to use a grill anywhere in my cluttered apartment.
Theme: Sick Week
ReplyDelete4/14 View—reaction—gross.
4/15 Sun, I wish I was enjoying it but it’s giving me an axe threw the head type of headache.
4/16 Ahhhhhhhhh. This is like writing boot camp-pomposity, bullshit and hand cramps abound.
4/18 Periods suck.
4/19 I like bongs, bongs rock.
4/11 My place of work is like a deadbeat dad. The owners always talk about how they don't have enough money to cover the payroll checks, I never get a Christmas present, and sometimes they wistfully ask me how my mother's doing.
ReplyDelete4/12 My sister's twin daughters have become mobile. One slithers and the other rolls rapidly in the opposite direction. She had to remove a recliner from their living room after her husband leaned back and "met resistance."
4/13 People who work with the public thrive on reasons, explanations for why THAT just happened-- it gives us an illusion of order, or maybe justice, in the world.
4/14 Top 2 reasons my boss gives when business is slow 1)good weather, 2)bad economy. Top 2 reasons my boss gives when its busy:1)good weather, 2)people need to relax due to the stress over the bad economy.
4/15 I question nearly every percentage a person tells me, simply because when you are waiting for a person to recall a figure they heard somewhere, you are literally watching them make one up.
4/16 I saw an old woman I've waited on for years at my doctor's office. She claims to have the second largest collection of palmistry books in the country,(just behind Elvis.) The one time she read my future, all she did was squeeze my fingers and tell me that I could get fat if I didn't watch out. I didn't say hello to her today. Not that she recognized me.
4/17 While watching a Mariners' game, Austin yells, "Goddamnit Lopez! Lose some weight!"
4/11: The daylight was warm, but at night, there are no clouds to trap the air like a kingdome would.
ReplyDelete4/12: Sunday. Clean up day. Time to put my cluttered life back together again after a week of survival.
4/13: We are the ultimate smoothie team.
4/14: Today I survived on two sandwiches and coffee.
4/15: My entire house coos over a cat. I roll my eyes.
4/16: My girlfriend and I are separated by a mile of paper.
4/17: Two questions: 1) why are there four empty bottles of liquor in the Safeco Field bathrooms? 2) how did whoever drank that liquor sneak it in?
4/18: The ball is jumping off my bat today.
4/12: We hide Easter eggs all over the basement of the church and I have to watch what I say because it was really the Easter bunny and not me...
ReplyDelete4/13: the blister on my toe does not appreciate my decision to walk
4/14: I have made a mistake in every class today...this day needs to end soon.
4/15: I had to drive on meridian today and they were having a protest.... i hate meridian.
4/16: If i hear any more people talking about "tea bagging" I will snap.
4/17: these longer days are misleading and seem to go faster...
4/18: After trying to paint at creativity I realized I wish I was more artistic.
4/19: Mother Nature taunt's me with her sun only on the days I am too busy to go bike riding.
4/13/09
ReplyDeleteLast night I dreamed of rich chocolate cake. Creamy patterned frosting formed layers between thick slabs of fluffy decadence. I ate the entire thing, licking my fingers. Such a dream must be a natural byproduct of dieting.
4/14/09
A short, plump woman with curly hair yells at me from a parking lot across the street. “Caitlyn!” she screams, waving her arms. “Caitlyn where are you going? Caitlyn! Caitlyn! I’m here to pick you up! Caitlyn!” I keep walking, flushing as passerby’s stared. She gets in her van and follows me for a block with the window down, yelling “Caitlyn.” Eventually, she realizes I’m not her daughter.
4/15/09
On Lakeway, two deer risk their lives to cross the road during rush hour. I almost hit a small doe, and she throws her ears back and looks at me. I automatically wave her on like I would a pedestrian, and then feel like an idiot. The deer dips her head in acknowledgement and crosses.
4/16/09
What is the point of having a “guys night” if his girlfriend comes along? Nothing says needy like tight jeans, a low top, and a jealous boyfriend in a room full of men.
4/17/09
We were driving when my roommate said, “It’s funny to watch people loose their pizzazz.” I didn’t know what she meant. Or that regular people said “pizzazz” in everyday conversation.
4/18/09
The biggest compliment an aunt could have is having her sick niece crawl into her lap and beg her to read Curious George and His ABC’s. I gave her that book.
4/19/09
Sophie the boxer twists her body into a happy crescent as I pet her. She tries to lick my toes.
Week 3:
ReplyDelete4/12: The wind and rain sounds a little bit like the ocean.
4/13: Two girls were at the bus stop, talking about how often they shampoo their hair. One said she just got hers wet when she goes to the gym in the afternoon. Another girl walked by with dreads—she didn’t look like the type that would have dreads.
4/14: A guy on the bus talks about how his friend gets to meet Ken Griffey Jr. The friend gets on the bus a couple stops later.
4/15: Just before the WWU exit, coming from I-5 N, a slight haze hovers over the interstate. It smells slightly like wood smoke.
Note: Crazy drivers come out in the sun, rain, and snow.
4/16: There are definite patterns of student traffic on campus—the general steady flow of students going one way, with a few individuals fighting back the other way through the stream.
4/17: Right after the pass head toward Eastern Washington, the tree go from abundance to abrupt scarcity.
4/18: The ice is thick enough to have snow on it, most likely not thick enough to walk on.
4/13- I had a dream about Lee Gulyas. Then, in red square, coffee spilling on my hand, donut filling on the corner of my mouth, the same events in my dreams unfolded. Or, I have a crush on Lee Gulyas.
ReplyDelete4/14-All the cool vintage clothes sold at the antique vintage shops downtown have most often been bought from Value Village by the owners for a couple of dollars and marked way up for their own stores. I know this for sure. They even use coupons. I think they're really savvy, but I can't help but to hate their manipulation, their inflation.
4/15-When I say, "Oh no, you don't have to give me that!" In regards to a tip, people seem relieved and put it back in their pocket. But I'm just being friendly and they're taking advantage of it. No, maybe I'm being passive and a lying asshole.
4/16-Best Chopsticks has the best, cheapest, most delicious lemon chicken and beef with broccoli E-V-E-R!
4/17-It's like you'd know a coin dispenser would make loud, crunching, metallic ping! poing! pings! But nope. Everyone stared at me like I was an obnoxious crazy person. (250 dollars in change worth)
4/18- Ran two races where the girls used me as the pacer until the very last second, when they passed to win. Aren't those kinds of people assholes or what? If I was smart, I would have used them to help me win, but I can't be that person, with that strategy.
4/19- We left the cottage cheese out all night, but I put it back into the refrigerator anyway.
4/13 - If you only read 3/4 of a book you have a quiz on that is only trying to determine whether or not you read it, will you get full points if you provide enough evidence that you have read it... almost all the way through? Time will tell.
ReplyDelete4/14 - Much more productive day -- I was smart and knew that studio flats were mostly used to increase believability because they wobble less.
4/15 - It takes a dang long time for movie files to render!
4/16 - I like walking to the beat.
4/17 - While walking back to my dorm late at night with my friend, the streetsweeper started up the hill after us. I shouted dramatically, "Run!" and we tiredly did. Eventually, we just stepped over to the side and let it pass.
4/18 - Today, my mom cooked rice better than she's ever cooked rice. Delicious.
4/19 - Isn't it nice when you find everything you're looking for?
4/13 - Today is the first day I’ve seen someone walk their bike on the trail.
ReplyDelete4/14 - I don’t understand why I am not hungry.
4/15 - It is light now when I come to the house.
4/16 - Playing with isopropyl and being hungover does not a good day make.
4/17 - I’m wondering if Fess Parker got my email.
4/18 - It would be better if the fish & chips at The Waterfront were not as hyped as they are.
4/19 - It is not the good kind of warm right now.
4/13: As if a black-and-white movie stood for the mechanics of a ‘real life’, the kid sat crooning to the crackle of the RCA voice track, savoring the faint scratches in the deteriorating stock, tripping on the deep shadows, melting into the monochrome.
ReplyDelete4/14: A car accident—a woman clips another woman’s tail light and the brittle snap is clear through the bus window. At first neither party makes a move. One has a family and she keeps her kids calm, all of them looking confused though. In a wordless minute the two drivers exchange exasperated glances.
4/15: The birds in the trees rattle the trees with shrill chirping, their panic is our relaxation. It’s funny to wonder how much simple noises like that can inspire a feeling of relaxation and peace while listening to a similar degree of human speech would be like trying to drown a migraine in New York traffic. Wonder if birds feel the same way about us?
4/16: Ever get that feeling that whenever you find yourself in the best kind of crazy/happy mood, you’re destined to run the gamut of tired and humorless co-workers, friends and family who can’t help but smack you upside the head—HAPPINESS=Everyone else is pissed three ways from Sunday / SADNESS= The circus is in town! Everyone’s invited! Oh, and clowns scare the shit outta you. Funny, funny
4/17: Body language—most people might not think about it outright or amid their daily pursuits. Or perhaps that’s just oblivious talk. But watch and see though, the way someone angles the position of their feet, the way some people try to be covert about picking their nose even though its obvious, facial tics, the movement of their eyes, the way a person might have an uncomfortable reaction when sitting beside someone else, wrapping back up in a jacket even as the temperature rises.
4/18: A train rumbles past; iron quaking, screeches—the hollow, thunderous ticks of the wheels moving along endless miles of track. Tankers and cars labeled “excess height” that tower over the bed of rocks buffering the ties. There is no caboose, only a Union Pacific car trailing lonely after the rest which reads “Building America”
4/19: A little girl and her sisters run by with her family screaming something unintelligible. She turns and says “Sorry” which, of course, being my sympathetic self I replied “It’s okay” But she turns back and says “Not you, Silly,” rolling eyes which could have been no older than five or six. Embarrassed? Maybe, but mostly just impressed.
4/20: No one really enjoys the act of sleeping itself. It really comes down to the act of losing yourself in the sleep. True enough, when you dream it’s always a memorable experience, but more than anything it’s a fringe benefit. The best feeling is when you curl up with a few covers, be it fleecy, fuzzy, thick, thin, silky, rough, wooly or other. You press your head slowly into the pillow after a day of fleeing from cat naps and coffee, the time is somewhere around midnight and the doors are shut tight and firm, the blinds drawn so that the orange street lamps outside glow like the coils of an oven, the ticking of an analog clock above your bed sounding like the sandman’s metronome. Knowing you have absolutely nothing to do the next morning. Now THAT is real good sleep.
4/14-I had an assignment for a class to find marginalized characters in literature. I went over my bookshelf and settled on bringing the Inferno--the lustful always seemed a bit marginalized to me. Well, maybe everybody was marginalized--Dante put them in hell. But, strangely, this in no way detracts from my love of the book. Is that weird?
ReplyDelete4/15-I abhor silly musical movies. My sense of humor is a bit too jaded.
4/16-I lied to get out of work today--I really just wanted to spend the afternoon with my girlfriend.
4/17-Only one of my friends seems to drink to get wasted anymore. We had a party and I felt a bit embarrassed for him. It probably doesn't help that a lot of people tell him he's a "fun drunk."
4/18-There's been an underlying sense of urgency and rushing to everything I do this quarter. My mom thinks I should quit one of my jobs, and she offered to help me out more money wise. It's good to be friends with your parents.
4/19-The infamous grapefruit scene in the 1930s gangster movie "The Public Enemy" sums up about every wanna be gangsta asshole I've known in my life--Jimmy Cagney just smashes a grapefruit into this woman's face because she is irritating him. It's so cruel, but it really rings true to me for some reason. Wow.
4/20-I kept forgeting today that it was international marijuana day--I guess I don't hang out with smokers that much anymore.
4/21-"I am God's gift to woman kind. I bet if Jesus had sex he wouldn't come for at least thirty minutes either." She said: "Nah, it'd probably take him millennia to come." I said: "Yeah, it took him like three thousand years to come the first time, and it's been two-thousand years and we're still waiting for him to come."
Oh sorry, this is Nat.
ReplyDelete4/16 tattoos can define someones most colorful of personalities
ReplyDelete4/17 why do people think your lame if all you want to do on a friday night is watch a movie and drink a glass of wine
4/18 waking up to a clean room and house is refreshing on a saturday morning
4/19 credit cards are the equivalent to a modern day devil
4/20 people are so high today.
4/21 putting flowers in your hair looks dumb, i hope bugs crawl into their hair
4/22 dandelions are the ugliest weed ever
4/23 my friend has gross bleach stains all over her pants
4/12-I am making a rare church appearance on Easter and my daughter's father's ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend are also here. It is like Melrose Place.
ReplyDelete4/13-I am aware of the fact that I eat when I'm half asleep. This morning I found peanut M&Ms in my bed.
4/14-There is a man selling men's tube socks at Maritime Heritage Park. People take socks for granted.
4/15-Wonderland Teas and Spices downtown has the best chapstick I know of.
4/16-Pretended like I knew what a "soda jerk" was (one who serves fountain drinks at a drugstore) by saying "Oh I'm one too" because I like pop. People looked at me funny until my sister explained what it was.
4/17-My daughter and I roll our tongues when we repeatedly say "brouhaha".
4/18-Isabella gets a big grin on her face when she hears a song we used to sing years ago. She can't quite remember the words.
4/14: I've got a streak down my arm that tickles like string is shifting against my skin. There's nothing there.
ReplyDelete4/15: I need to stop trying to be creative, and just be creative.
4/16: Everything is easier when you're watching television. Everything always works out.
4:17: I don't think I'd ever tell you, but I'm scared for the day you die. If it ever came up, I'd return to being fourteen and quote Winnie the Pooh: "If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you."
4/18: And here I was, thinking you came back for me.
4/19: When someone says they like your hair (and you haven't changed the style in weeks), it really means they can't find something else to compliment you on.
4/20: The smell of pot reminds me of too-sweet frosting made from scratch.
4/13 - Almost late to work, but with the business closing does it matter?
ReplyDelete4/14 - As I drive back from campus, I am reminded by how much I hate the I-5/Bakerview intersection.
4/15 - I decided to take a nap, when I was interrupted by no less than fifteen minutes of a child's fake crying.
4/16 - Oh Meridian, how I hate thee.
4/17 - Will the stupid questions ever end?
4/18 - Turns out a person I've been working with for about half a year played Soccer with my sister in high school; small world.
4/19 - My knees hurt, and I want to go home.