archives for January 2008
in which she does a bunk, part II (which is also, curiously enough, post #666)
Thursday 24 January 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Dearest Mandarin, I play hookey again today. Wear inside-out sweatpants, eat leftover flan straight out of the pan, wander around house, wring hands, pet fabric, pet cat, sigh. Look at cashmere yarn and understand why sweaters cost so much—but why can’t I knit? I could make my own sweaters and have all these lovely colors! [...]
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ohrwurm with possibly deeper meaning
Tuesday 22 January 2008 | someone left a cookie
sometimes I think it’s a sin when I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again • (Silly old Gordon Lightfoot song I heard at the mall [!], wafting out of, like GNC or Waldenbooks or Sally Beauty Supply, a full three days ago when I went to buy an anniversary pair of jeans [cotton] [...]
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dreamhost is funny
Saturday 19 January 2008 | someone left a cookie
do not want!
Saturday 19 January 2008 | someone left a cookie
Mattel and Hasbro conspire to shut down the Facebook application which oleoptene and I affectionally denominate as Scrofulous, removing it from teh Interwebs forever! What will we do with no Scragulous?! Oh noez!!1!one!!1! Admittedly we mostly use it to chat and could just as easily IM, but I’ve grown fond of that titchy-teensy textbox which [...]
I froth chocolate, he pours coffee
Thursday 17 January 2008 | someone left a cookie
“I have to say, I hate those pictures of me you put up on your blog.” “Oh my God you’re vain! What, do you want me to take them down?” “No, I want you to Photoshop in Viggo Mortensen standing next to you.”
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cotton anniversary (two years)
Wednesday 16 January 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Now I believe that events in nature are controlled by a much stricter and more closely binding law than we recognize today, when we speak of one event being the cause of another. We are like a child who judges a poem by the rhymes and knows nothing of the rhythmic pattern. Or we are [...]
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a few more images of last year
Monday 14 January 2008 | I like a cookie
For oleoptene: I grudgingly suppose this is the kind of sofa one deserves when one insists on shopping in the dumpster. Fiona seems not to mind. Painting drummed by the Brujo, many years ago. Microphone in foreground. Coral from Bahía de los Angeles, still smelling salty and briny. Unjustly accused! Princess Pipskintinkle did not pee [...]
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it begins again
Monday 14 January 2008 | I like a cookie
informal puesto control de militar
Wednesday 9 January 2008 | I like a cookie
From high in the boulder-crusted hilltops on the road to San Borja I could already see what I had most feared: vehiculos parked next to and/or people doing vague distant somethings outside of our tiny white Honda. All my cash and my passport were in the pocket of my ten-day hiking pants (zip-off legs! expedition-weight!) [...]
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hand-dyed fabric love
Tuesday 8 January 2008 | I like a cookie
