nuevo méxico and the city faithless category archives
where the brujo & I would be, if we were home tonight: the zombie party
Friday 31 October 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
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in which we wallow in domestic bliss
Friday 16 May 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Thus what follows will hardly be a Friday Refrain. Y’all probably demanding, where the littachur at? And all I can say in my uncommunicative defense is that I’ve been not just sewing but SEWING. Which is such an indecent amount of fun that right now I don’t ever want to go back to school (except [...]
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lifestyles of the poor and ignominious (written in july, just now posted!)
Sunday 11 November 2007 | someone left a cookie
Here we be, living large at “the poker ranch,” wandering around its green and pleasant land in a daze and looking for the extras and the canteen tent and the makeup trailer. Because we are on a movie production set, right? It’s a Cormac McCarthy adaptation? Or Larry McMurtry? And any second now we’ll bump [...]
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trying to catch up an old college friend
Friday 21 September 2007 | 4 cookies in the jar
It’s always revelatory to me to see what I leave out, what I choose to include. Maybe not so engrossing for my readers, but here’s the illustrated précis anyway (with most as thumbnails cos I got carried away uploading pictures). And now I betake me back to bed, where the menstrual faeries are slowly and [...]
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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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the thrill of free trash bags
Thursday 12 July 2007 | I like a cookie
I thought this morning of JGo’s snicker-inducing post as I stood patiently in line with the elderly of Santa Fe this morning to receive my free garbage bags from the city. Unsurprisingly, at the last minute the clerk didn’t want to give them to me, because my utilities will be shut off on the 18th. [...]
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fasting
Sunday 8 July 2007 | someone left a cookie
Today I up and cancelled Earthlink. It’ll be replaced by Qwest in Tartarus, approximately ten days hence, and in the meantime…no interwebs. This means, among other things (no more midnight ordering of exotically patterned cloth menstrual pads!), that my already sporadic posting will become even more insanely so, since I’ll have to write text files, [...]
duology II
Saturday 7 July 2007 | I like a cookie
It’s 7 a.m. Saturday. I left the Brujo’s around 5:30, unable to sleep—still keyed up from the performance? Too aripiprazoled? Or just insomniac? “What are you going to do when we live together,” he mumbled, face mashed into the pillow. “You can’t go home, you’ll already be home.” “Sofa,” I whispered, kissing his hair. “Go [...]
