Easily amused. I’m looking at a picture of a road, thinking, “I’d love to drive down that…It’s so gorgeous,” when I realize that the caption says, “The road to St. Ives (Cornwall, England).” Hey, I’m an American. I don’t always realize that people don’t just make this stuff up. As I was going to St […]
More poetry. Just Listenby Peter Johnson I sit by the window and watch a great mythological bird go down in flames. In fact, it’s a kite the neighborhood troublemaker has set on fire. Twenty-one and still living at home, deciding when to cut through a screen and chop us into little pieces. “He wouldn’t hurt
On this date… Meme via Hythia. I’m supposed to search Google for the date of my birth and come up with some births, some deaths, and some interesting facts. Births: 1852 – Calamity Jane, American Wild West performer (d. 1903)1881 – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, French palaeontologist and philosopher (d. 1955) Deaths: 1873 – David
More poetry. Fearsby Felipe Benitez Reyes By Gonzalo De Lerma The sensation of being the only guestin a grand hotel on the outskirts of the city—and hearing the somnambulisticelevator and a scream—or being in an empty theateror in a lonely plazaof a lonely unknown cityweighed down with suitcases and no moneysurrounded by escaped dovesfrom the
More Texas. You know, I left out the funniest part of being in Texas. Everything is decorated almost exactly as if it were in western South Dakota. Swap out the Native American influence for Hispanic, and there you have it. Friday: Dallas Zoo, currently a tropical paradise. We were walking along an outside corridor formed
Writerly Ramble. Spoilerly Alias stuff below. I vicariously watch Alias. That is, Lee’s watching it, and he sometimes tells me about what’s going on. As he’s telling me about what’s going on, I’m thinking, “there’s a pattern here.” The first seaon, the solution to many problems was something called “The Third Alternative.” That is, when
In Antiguaby Kerri Webster “In Antigua I am famous. I am bathed in jasmine and pressed with warm stones.” —Carnival Cruise ad in the New Yorker In Albuquerque, on the other hand, I am infamous; childrenthrow stones and the elderly whisper behind their hands.In Juneau, I am glacial, a cool blue where anyone can bathefor