archives for July 2007
three nightmares
Wednesday 25 July 2007 | I like a cookie
1. I must for some reason sail in a boat in a icy, frozen sea, an ocean that exists only metaphysically, with eerie wisps of frost in the air and uncanny calm gray water. Eventually I will reach the end of the world, where I will fall off and die (The Dawn Treader?). I don’t [...]
esta noche en la tienda
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | I like a cookie
Bright green key limes, twenty for a dollar. The sugary smell of mangoes. Loteria candles on sale for 25¢. Tired grubby men in work pants incredulously checking me out (must be the straggling bleached remnants of guera hair—certainly not the beat-up flip flops or the totally Arizona-ordinary, non-revealing sundress). But best of all, a trio [...]
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cruel city nicknames
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
Finally, this list from the Wiki, while not complete (and not corroborating “Dumpy”) nonetheless includes a couple other nicknames for Tartarus (but come on—the Berkeley of Arizona? um, I don’t think so) and also informs me that I grew up in the “Fruit Cake Capital [sic] of the World.” Yeah. This, I already knew. What’s [...]
land of entrapment
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | I like a cookie
Today, finally, I held still long enough for it to hit me. My perfect little flat on Cerro Gordo. My hometown. Gone. I can’t just drive back to my place and find it all still there, the way I would after a night with the Brujo. If I want to talk to him, I can’t [...]
in no particular order, part one
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
• Is everyone in the world reading HP7 but meeee? (Hands over ears, lalalalala I can’t hear you.) • Apparently one cruel nickname for our new hometown in hell is “Dumpy.” Whence this competitive urban snobbery? • Back in NM collecting dog and drums, the Brujo repeatedly encounters snobby SF people who are vocally horrified [...]
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for the brujo, stuck in sf another week
Tuesday 24 July 2007 | I like a cookie
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speech after long silence
Monday 23 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
Well, or—did I say “speech”? I am too tired, as the idiom has it, for words. For now, a story in pictures. As usual hover over the image for the caption. More language in the days to come. Teacher training starts in one week!
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today we drive the truck; and, a memory
Wednesday 18 July 2007 | I like a cookie
Once, a few years ago in Tesuque, the Monk made me a sandwich. It must have been October or early November. We had only been living together for a couple of weeks. It was afternoon; I think he’d just gotten off work. When he drove up, I was on the phone with Mandarin, sitting outside [...]
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today we load the truck; travelling to pluto
Tuesday 17 July 2007 | I like a cookie
The Brujo has some kind of preternatural ability to select summer fruit. I’m not kidding—it’s really weird. I survey the store’s bushels of apricots, plums, nectarines and peaches and come away with hard crunchy little balls of sourness, which I have to keep in a paper bag until they ripen. The Brujo can look over [...]
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dialectical behavioral therapy, final session
Tuesday 17 July 2007 | I like a cookie
And I was almost late, because of losing track of time looking through cotton dresses at Goodwill, for no particular reason other than nerves. Then I had a little conversation with myself, along the lines of, do you really want to be late for your last therapy appointment? I decided, no, and left the thrift [...]
