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…My brain is a gyrating bowl full of gopher nads.

…Finding a piece of JuicyFruit gum wedged at the back of my pants drawer makes my day worthwhile.

…I exist purely for pidgeons to poop on.

…Writing bad poetry is the only way I know how to express my frusterations in love.

…My only friend is my cello, and I don’t know how to play. (And I don’t have a cello.)

…Eating stale chocolate wafer cookies makes the bad things go away.




How about you?

(PS: This very vigilant tow truck operator is a constant source of amusement for my roommate and me.)


I’m sorry I’ve been such a poop about writing here. I’ve just been so busy that all I’ve wanted to do in my off-time is veg out and watch episodes of Good Eats online….

I’m going to try out choux pastry in my roommate’s illegal toaster oven. (Toaster ovens are against dorm rules. We call him Bob and hide him whenever the RA’s come by.) I’ll try to get some easy-to-make cooking stuffs up on here to keep youse connected with my collegiate headspace. Y’know.




An Excerpt from Of Pairs by Josephine Jacobson

The mockingbirds, that pair, arrive,
one, and the other; glossily perch,
respond, respond, branch to branch.
One stops, and flies. The other flies.
Arrives, dips, in a blur of wings,
lights, is joined. Sings. Sings.

Actually, there are birds galore:
bowlegged blackbirds brassy as crows;
elegant ibises with inelegant cows;
hummingbirds’ stutter on air;
tilted over the sea, a man-of-war
in a long arc without a feather’s stir.

((LoveloveLOVE this– it really captures my raggle-taggle life right now. I have no pairs…))

(A view out my dorm room window)

Is it possible to feel both trapped and liberated? I think it is.

This morning there was some guy on the park blocks, preaching salvation to the winos and the dog-walkers.




I miss my little mountain town.

My main blogging computer has come down with a very nasty virus, and so I am currently writing on my tiny OLPC– usually fine for things like checking e-mail, etc., but not really meant to be a main computer. I have smoe photos and a couple of nice recipes to put up, but they’ll have to wait until E-Bob (my main man– er, machine) is back from have all of his memory wiped clean. Not a pretty sight.

Summer’s finally struck here… It’s nice to know the whole world isn’t absolutely crazy.The breezes are cool, but anything done in the sun has a very short duration. Monsoons should strike soon, then everything will be wet again.

My birthday’s on the 29th. I’m turning eighteen. It’s rather daunting to think about. If I get into trouble after that, it’s real-persons clink for me. No more wussy juvenile detention systems.

Pride in the Pines is on Saturday. I’ll try to get some good photos. I’m really looking forward to it. My first Pride festival! Should be fun.

Still trying to find a job. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. I would like to get a job helping out at our local assisted living facility, or in a kitchen somewhere. Maybe I’m setting my goals too high?

The functioning of your kidneys in connection to your brain is controlled by chemical reponses travelling through your bloodstream. The fact that the human body works so precisely absolutely fascinates me. Why try to explore space? We should be diving into the convoluted pathways of the human body, instead.


Whale Shark

It’s where I’m staring.

When you take the time to sit down and realize that things are going to change, it gets a bit overwhelming. I try to just keep moving forward.

This afternoon my sister and I had a picnic in the park. It was quiet and relaxing. I wish the rest of the world could be like that, sometimes. Sushi and grapes, a little frisbee.

It would probably be really boring, though.