archives for June 2007
yet another reason why I’m going to miss living in Santa Fe
Tuesday 26 June 2007 | I like a cookie
On Monday morning, a man robbed a local credit union with an AK-47. Here’s how the story, by redoubtable New Mexican writer Jason Auslander, describes the suspect: Patrick Romero said the man was fair-skinned, about 5 feet, 11 inches tall, with a skinny build, and he was wearing sunglasses. “When someone points a gun at [...]
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emergency midnight trip to vet
Tuesday 26 June 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
When I got home from dinner with the Brujo, Pyewacket kept flopping down in mid-stride to lick her bottom violently, but declined to let me see why. And when I say “declined” I mean with all four dagger-feet and eyeteeth flashing. I decided just to keep an eye on her, especially since she’s been through [...]
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hearth & home
Monday 25 June 2007 | I like a cookie
Z (aka Godsister Number One) and her beau, en route from Palo Alto back to Pipe Creek, took time to stop in Tartarus and check out our house. (Z wanted to see where I would live! She’s so sweet.). The good news is that it’s still there, no one’s living in it, and it hasn’t [...]
orthorexia
Monday 25 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
If the following is obsessively long and complicated, blame Mandarin, whose recent post has me all thinking and shit: Dr. Steven Bratman, M.D. coined the term orthorexia and wrote a book called Health Food Junkies: Orthorexia Nervosa: Overcoming the Obsession with Healthful Eating. He has a wee website which links to several related articles and [...]
umpteenth letter to mandarin
Saturday 23 June 2007 | I like a cookie
Dear one! It’s Saturday afternoon and Pride Week in San Francisco and you are off marching around, waving your feather boa, possibly wearing silver eyeshadow. The Brujo is in the other room napping and I am trying to type quietly. I would probably leave you a voicemail were it not for the aforementioned napping—but I [...]
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cauchemardeux
Saturday 23 June 2007 | I like a cookie
In the dream, after an affectionate but disjointed last session with the DBT, I arrive at Page Street exhausted, thirsty, hot and desperately needing to pee. Neither Mandarin nor the Umbrella offers me tea or a bathroom, or asks how my visit went, and before a minute is up I’m incensed, not only fighting mad [...]
enthralling mid-week update
Wednesday 20 June 2007 | 3 cookies in the jar
The good news is, the only thing wrong with the Daewoo’s A/C was a short in the relay box, a paltry $29 to repair. (“How did shorts get in there?” wonders the Brujo.) Cool air! Just in time for Tartarus. The good news also is, there’s nothing wrong with my brakes, which have only 20% [...]
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tiny domiciles
Tuesday 19 June 2007 | I like a cookie
Now, someday, the Brujo and I can have our own tiny house!
further heartening results from charming notes
Tuesday 19 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
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white girl problems
Tuesday 19 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
1. I seem completely unable to troubleshoot my DSL connection, or perhaps I should say “DSL connection.” It grudgingly hooks me up for about twenty minutes around midnight every night, during which time I am allowed to upload a blogpost IF I already have it ready to go as a text file, and am prepared [...]
