Saturday, December 31, 2011

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Farewell, noble animal friend. For 20 years, you lifted hearts. You were a sexy lady with attitude and grace, to the end. Rest in Peace. Float on.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Before the New Year
-finish editing article/rewrite
-prep for interview on Jan 2
-query editor
-photograph documents for OH project
-invoice for OH project
-rearrange my office
-inbox zero
-buy new books for me and R.
-sit by the tree
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

I'm drinking a large green juice while grading 30 final projects, and I'm determined not to photograph my food, today. I'm still experiencing afterimages from Yvonne Meier's The Shining. We were kidnapped by a naked lady in a van and driven to another borough. I will save the rest for later.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

I really enjoyed this response to Farhad Manjoo's embarrassing article (even if the author is a smartass).
From December 8, 2011

Dan commissioned a portrait for my birthday! I love it.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

From December 11, 2011


I look at the photographs to tell me about my experience. Well this looks like it was a good time, I think to myself.

Now the cake is being cut
Now the bride is sideways—so thin, so Grecian, so relaxed.
Now I’m listening to that Steve Miller song on repeat in my car.

I try to switch to a new CD, but it sounds like a tin can in here. I can’t find good bass. Did you feel the love that was in the air? Wake up wake up, and look all around you. In the parking lot, I see the lesbian couple head to their car for hormone shots. Kay injects it in Ina’s stomach, and they invite me into the backseat, to watch.

Eventually, they take their hormones and leave. As I begin to double back on the party to look for a ride, I see a few hikers come from the trees at one edge of the party, a little shocked at where they have landed. The man comes out of the woods with a walking stick and a bandana, carrying a large backpack with a frame. The woman wears a sweater and has a poodle in her arm. Somehow, this makes me feel better. By comparison, they don’t belong. And yet I also feel that they’re my fellow travelers. I admire the specificity of their clothing.

The road is my friend. I drive it home, sober, with Lila beside me. Though I was eager to leave, I now think of staying here permanently. I am always resistant upon arrival and wistful upon departure. I wonder if I should pretend to barf at the side of the car. Though I admire this strategy, I don’t know how to use it. I ask Lila, “Do you like this song?” You’re lost in space and the earth is your home. She nods. She motions toward the window and I lower it.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Sunday, December 4, 2011

I'm sitting around grading papers, today, with a pot of delicious tea made by Lauren at Good Fight Herb Company. We traded music for tea (and I think I got the better end of this deal). Lauren's using the former to keep lively while packaging herbal gifts for the holidays and making an apothecary for the etsy office, here in Hudson.
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