Thursday, September 27, 2007

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The long vine across my window reminds me of something bad that happened this morning. A woman with long, thick, hot hair boarded the train and left her mane resting on my bare shoulder and arm. I tried to move away from the hair, but the hair kept moving toward me. Tickle Tickle. Obviously, the backpack rule should apply to long hair: if you've got it in the back, please move it to the front. I don't want to wear your hair.

Packing for Benton Harbor. What does one wear to an apostate wedding?
I am going to this next week. Lactaid is my friend.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My saddle shoes come early next week.

It's time to panic about class tonight. Teacher (me) cannot get the tech working, and conversations about the reading have gone flat. I am overpreparing, which may make matters worse. And then there is the whole issue of finding something to wear without bra straps hanging out.

Youngna and I are getting started on our Newtown Creek project, now that the EPA officially declared the Exxon spill worse than previously thought. We're looking to interview people on top of the ooze if you know such folks in Greenpoint.
After eating pickles, pizza, pie, and other things that start with "p," I lectured Deb and John on "cheerleading in the 1980s." I had no idea the subject was so pressing until I launched into a three-part comparison. Unfortunately, I could only remember the first part, in which I demonstrated the very robotic motions of early '80s cheers (My sis was a cheerleader. "Cheer for the Lancers, Get into the beat!"). I was trying to get to modern-day cheerleading, which involves more spirals, gyrations, and ass. I never got there. The new Kanye album makes me want to do an aughts-influenced "cheers," with big ass.

It's medicinal.

Nigela Lawson was frosting cupcakes at the laundromat. She had frosting in her cleavage and licked her fingers a lot. She made little clouds of whipped icing and placed the clouds on top of the cake. She was very convincing.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

John is building a house. John is a wizard.

Happy New Year: May your year be filled with fluffy ferns and other greenery

I want to make pillows like these--from my grandmother's bedroom.

See the iguana in Juno's hand? See how Juno is trying to give it back to the man with the snake around his neck? See how he is ignoring her?

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

I'm back from Yaddo and slowly acclimating to the jackhammering that begins at 7:00 a.m. each morning. I am trying very hard to get on the jackhammer schedule and be up and out in time to avoid it.