Archive for October, 2010

Today I Was Part of a Conversation That Included The Word “Hork-Bajir.”

October 31, 2010

My friend Ashley talked about this lovely thing here. I felt breezes, smelled apples, craved April. Contrary knows where it’s at.

Today I read Dan Bailey’s Drunk Sonnets then fell asleep with Jack, the house golden retriever, whose fur smells like my winter vest or Cool Ranch Doritos depending on where you put your nose. I heard his gut make sounds like two kinds of jelly in the same jar wrestling each other. This is a good way to spend Halloween if you’re not giving Tootsie Rolls to little humans.

My head and belly have felt sick and scared-like today, sometimes. They were probably confused that I didn’t eat for almost 24 hours but that got solved so hey, what’s up?

I miss playing Ocarina of Time.

Oh, do I know things.

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Sitting In Your Doorway Means “I Miss You”

October 17, 2010

Today I finished Miranda July’s collection of short stories No one belongs here more than you. The moment after I did I felt like if I said “wow” out loud I would look up and pieces of light would be floating around my head. Giving Eskimo kisses. Glowing my hair.

If, someday, I have a daughter and don’t name her Lyra, I’ll feel like I missed out on something that was supposed to happen.  I don’t believe in supposed to happen and where is this coming from?  Partly a terminal obsession with His Dark Materials,  but supposed to happen is a cruel thing because of things like multiple sclerosis and kid soldiers in the Philippines used as bullet shields and human beings and their suffering used as a means to a nebulous end in which suffering continues for many or most human beings is not justice.

Lyra is a good name.  Every advantage helps.

What My Counseling Session Today Would Have Looked Like Had I Remembered To Go Not An Hour Late

October 14, 2010

do you get much affection?
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men? anyone?

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jack licks my arms sometimes

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who’s jack?

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my roommate’s golden retriever

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oh.

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i dont get off on it or anything

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that’s sad, though

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its more just gross

SCIENCE

October 10, 2010

Sometimes I play this game where I think of products other than Chevrolet trucks that it’d be fun to sing “Like a Rock” about, ideally in a voice imitating the sex noises of Bob Seger and Scott Stapp’s theoretical love child.

How about:

  • Tampons
  • Cocaine
  • Faux marble countertops
  • Bread

Unbeknownst to him, an ant was skittering around in one of my former professor’s mustaches today and I did a terrible job of not looking at it.

Tonight I had dinner with friends I haven’t seen in a while.  We sat in the nice chairs of the nice patio dining set on the nice concrete-and-brick back porch next to a nice manicured lawn in the nice weather eating nice spaghetti and salad and almond biscotti and fresh peaches from Heaven and Dos Equis and black coffee at my nice former professor’s house (but not the same one whose mustache had an ant in it).

I said SCIENCE a lot.

Nothing I say is important, and that is a huge relief.

I Won’t Fuck Us Over

October 5, 2010

I have been listening to The National all the time, which does good things to me. Also, I saw them play on Saturday and touched Matt Berninger’s shoulder when he walked around in the audience during “Mr. November.” The chorus has looped in me all day and I like that.

People, I don’t ever wanna be far away, just close without falling in.

Virginia

October 2, 2010

the milk I guzzled from your skull drips down my chin and radiates songs from the ’40s

we will all be a fragile fish someday and I will forever