Roadbenders

It just feels so good to live honestly. I hid out on the front porch I laid up in my mind I looked for me a love The best one I could find He got himself a ticket On an international flight Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s
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Sarah, thank you for this. – Watching the Princess Bride on Showtime five thousand times while I read and re-read Jane Eyre and sipped at various punch concoctions I practiced with the cooking shows. I was eight. – Sneaking into the pool with other families because I was too young to get in by myself.
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Just heard from my author, he loves the cover and J.’s blurb, which I had been fretting over. And my author loves it. Thank heavens.

Happy Solstice. (Solstice moon, 9:38 pm)

Utopian.net is publishing its first book this month, Kenneth Tindall’s Great Heads. Up until now, we’ve referred to the imprint as Pomegranate Crown Press, but there are two other companies with similar names. We are short of ideas.

I have had approx. twenty minutes of feeling good since I returned from California, and two and half weeks of tension and stress. After yet another sleepless night, I called in sick to the day job this morning and am just catching up on work and planning on popping a Benadryl and sleeping later this
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I went to bed early last night to make up for the fact that I had only slept an hour the night before. Toward morning, I began dreaming lucidly about a magnificent house. It started out with Josh and I buying the house, and taking inventory of the rooms, but as we travelled upward on
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Two years ago, I was working at a Starbucks thirty minutes from a large military base. Young boys and girls, younger than my early-twenties emo-barista self, would come inside the cafe in camo and get gigantic drinks and make relieved small talk with us. We would flirt with the boys and get their numbers and
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Oh, I could do SO MUCH with this!

Before Summer Rain Suddenly, from all the green around you, something-you don’t know what-has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence. From the nearby wood you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose
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I slip outside into the heat to watch the sun slide away. The water in the air is warm and heavy but a breeze rolls it around my skin, as though I were moving in a breath. I sit lazily on the green plastic deck chair and reach over to pluck a strawberry. I inspect
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From Kottke! How many languages in your music collection? French – Paris Combo, Coralie Clement, Carla Bruni, and more Italian – Andrea Bocelli, Pavarotti, etc. Galician(which I thought was Portuguese) (and French) – Manu Chao Hindi? Sanskrit? No idea – Deep Forest, some unnamed music from Irish – Enya, Clannad Norwegian – Kari Bremnes, Lillebjorn
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For obvious reasons, I think this is the sweetest thing: http://www.livejournal.com/users/anna_baby/2706.html In other news, after a fifteen minute rant today about why I have to be a feminist to survive in IT, a male coworker and I go in to take care of a service call from the auditors. They can’t remember their password. After
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Me and my girls.

1) Working on HTML production for ad agency. Very far behind. Need to kick my own ass. Jenn, might need you to kick it for me. 2)Cleaning up manuscript after production work is done today. Very, very far behind. Not sure why I’ve been avoiding this one. 3) Surfing Flickr for tags of names of
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I have far too many pictures of myself. But I’m legally allowed to post them without permission. I printed this in the darkroom all by myself!

I got the news this morning that I am the recipient of the John Van Buren scholarship. That plus my savings means that my tuition will be paid in full on Friday. I can’t believe it just yet, but I think I’m getting there.