archives for March 2005
please don’t ever ask me how I found this blog
Tuesday 22 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Because then I might have to explain. Oh, if only we could all be poets, Christian nudists, artists and photographers!
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Sunday 20 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Today I had lunch with the Edimatrix and for long moments we just looked at each other with dismay. She is exactly my age and her divorce went through on New Year’s Eve. “I know the judge,” she shrugged; “I just didn’t want it hanging over me another year.” She ran into the courthouse with […]
let there be pagans (and peckinpah films)
Thursday 17 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Because a blog isn’t all just tawdry ravings, right? So here’s a link to Earth Wisdom Teachings, run by Blade, local fixture and reasonably brainy witch; I think Persephone has been to one of her moon lodges and wants to be a herbal wisdom apprentice. Don’t we all!
But that link’s just a pretext for today’s […]
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in the midst of death and taxes
Sunday 13 March 2005 | I like a cookie
While trying to figure out if I can be considered single for tax purposes (and thus get the EIC) (married filing separately disallows it), I see that New Mexico’s Taxation and Revenue Department graciously exempts people who are more than one hundred years old from paying income tax! Mighty white of ‘em.
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poesie
Saturday 12 March 2005 | I like a cookie
This one by Fleur Adcock, which made me think about Freya Stark the other night. To be alone and plain and adventurous, seeing amazing things, things utterly foreign to one’s bourgeoise upbringing—being Isak Dinesen on the train to Kenya, or Georgia O’Keeffe on the train to Albuquerque, or MFK Fisher on the train to Lyon—or, […]
defiant (mood); 2 cool 2 be 4-gotten (song)
Saturday 12 March 2005 | I like a cookie
you can’t depend on anything really
there’s no promises there’s no point
Merci à Lucinda, I hum while I pick dried rosemary needles from the keyboard—Eloise’s afternoon effort at reducing the one to the many. And then type vigorously, seething, energized with angry—and why? Because “I don’t feel safe around you yet,” according to N.
Oh really? You […]
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the god pod
Wednesday 9 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Such are the religiously oppressed horrors of unconstitutionally-christianized incarcerated life—anyway if you’re a women’s correctional facility prisoner in Grants, NM.
A small but traffic-cone-orange sign, posted at the Poor People Behavioral Health Clinic downtown this morning, which I read as I gazed glazedly among the gaudy plastic gimcrackery of Paxil clipboards, Zoloft retractable ballpoints and Risperdal […]
guilty, guilty laughter
Monday 7 March 2005 | I like a cookie
So, I really should feel bad for laughing myself ill, and I mean tearily ill, over of all things Roger Ebert’s review of Constantine, which includes random penguin references (presumably because he saw the emperor penguin doc at Sundance). To be honest I don’t think Roger really wrote it—he uses the word “like” in the […]
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utterly squdlin
Sunday 6 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Mrrrrrt! announces Eloise brightly, and chases her crumpled-up paper ball across the hideous brownish shag carpeting (”crapeting” I typo, and almost don’t think worse of it). How many times am I allowed to blog today?
I can’t think if I’ve ever confessed various things, various romantic happenings which seem so backgrounded to my life now that […]
flustrated
Sunday 6 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Is what I am ce matin. Greatly aggrieved and suddenly thoroughly mourning my missing Librarian and even the Former Film Critic. A laconic phone message from the latter was among the squillion voicemails (and sadly, no, most of them aren’t due to screening or my being asleep—I came back from a press screening yesterday to […]
