Writing on adventures both exotic and banal.
What is it? The 99% Occupy thing consists of: hippies (wearing sandals, playing catch), libertarians (fun to drink with, but rather standoffish), conspiracy theorists (shiver), lefties who finally have some people to hang with and satisfy their collectivist longings (cute), union folk (with their union ball caps), and a lot of dogs. The dogs seemed […]
Read More Notes from the OccupationI have to forgive the trees every fall. It’s okay. I know. You can’t help it. Now I can even work on being excited for them. Hey, next step! Transform! Let’s move on! These are not sentiments that come easily to me. I love deciduous trees. I love the fluttering of their leaves, and […]
Read More IllusionsI’ve encountered some great teachers lately. I went out Friday night. It took me about an hour to decide what to wear. My back had gone “oh my aching back” again, making me feel about 10,000 years old, and I couldn’t find anything that made me look so fabulous and interesting that it distracted from […]
Read More TeachersKurt Cobain died when I was a senior in high school. I was burning incense (I was in high school, as I said), and the incense caught my calendar on fire, burning it up to the date that he died. It was spooky. And I was sad. I had heard about a lot of artists […]
Read More Francis Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle
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