dialectical category archives
morning email to mandarin
Tuesday 15 May 2007 | I like a cookie
As far as the brief electronic reappearance of the Young Monk…It seems he’s temporarily back in New Mexico? Maybe for the whole summer, but hopefully just to visit friends and then go back to Boulder or on to Tj or Altogether Elsewhere. But when I think about it, I finally don’t care if I do [...]
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how woo-woo are we
Friday 23 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Last night, a fairly hysterical dinner party— our entire DBT group met at the raw-food member’s home. Annika served beautiful raw lasagne (thin-sliced red, green, and yellow heirloom tomatoes and zucchini interspersed with tomato sauce, basil pesto and pistachio puree) and raw chocolate mousse (coconut, agave, cacao and cocoa butter), and occasionally she as it [...]
why am I awake at 5:30 am?
Tuesday 13 March 2007 | I like a cookie
money comes in but the fact is it’s not enough to pay my taxes and I can’t cry anymore —sheryl crow I don’t know why I’m awake, other than I did a rough draft of my 2006 1040 on Sunday and I owe something in the neighborhood of $1600, which is enough to make anyone [...]
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overheard in therapy
Tuesday 23 January 2007 | I like a cookie
The DBT, disbelieving, on hearing about my old-maid brother-and-sister landlord and landlady: “Oh my God, it’s like something out of VC Andrews.”
pms/phd doldrums
Sunday 10 December 2006 | 2 cookies in the jar
And as a result, have spent much of the weekend sleeping. It’s a temporary solution whose practice I’ve acquired from the Brujo, and remarkably it also often proves an extended solution as well, because after some napping all the things which seemed Insupportable are often, well, just not. And then I’ve been doctoring myself with [...]
you already know
Monday 13 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Lemon verbena tisane. So I order, pour through the pretty silver strainer and sip, hoping it will be cooling, steadying; also, at $4 a pot, it’s all I can afford on the Hotel St. Francis menu. I’ve saved $5 especially for this afternoon date with my godmother—my other, second godmother—nous appellerons sa, Gail— Whom I [...]
the fortnight’s searches
Monday 6 November 2006 | I like a cookie
baby miss ohio [infant beauty pageant?] oh me oh my oh [gillian welch fan?] what does queynt mean [oops, better define it somewhere] create unreliable narrator [no-noo!] mobylette bleu carb [some hipster nonsense or other] “wendy potter” anthropology [a relative of harry's?] “her stomach muscles” [ooh, kinky] personals abbreviations [DWF blog seeks LRT] unreliable narrator [...]
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overheard in group
Friday 3 November 2006 | I like a cookie
Group member: For Halloween I did something I hated—it was completely out of character, but that’s why I did it. I went as the center of the universe. Therapist: How was that? Member: Itchy. Therapist: [deadpan] Because you’re constantly expanding. Member: Well, and I was covered in silver glitter.
commentary on comments
Wednesday 18 October 2006 | someone left a cookie
Ah, but dear sourdean, I most certainly do read my glowing encomia—I live for them—not unlike the little Masochist of Amherst, I am consumed with lust for readership. (Take me to your reader!) Ecumenically enough, both your choice morsels of advice seem to me to correspond not only to program concepts but also to dialectical-behavioral [...]
from an epistle to the umbrella
Tuesday 10 October 2006 | I like a cookie
Umbrella-san, I keep thinking I’ve written you because I’ve done so in my head, but I check the sent-mail and there’s nothing there. My other false sense of contact with you comes from peeping at Sitemeter daily and seeing that someone in Illinois keeps reading my blog. So I guess I don’t need to tell [...]
