X-rays. We got a call on Thursday that Ray’s x-rays (for asymmetrical gluteal folds // lopsided butt crack) needed to be retaken. I got to take her in this time on Friday, after work. She cried when the doctor held her still; they asked me if I could possily be pregnant before they put the […]

The only reason I call this a journal instead of a blog is that the rhythm for blog is all off. The only reason I occiasionally write in smaller-case is that I started writing on a spare typewriter in high school, and I didn’t have any correction tape. Goal of the day: edit “Feather.” Finish

More religion: Religious faith seems to be a kind of affection. One of the more thought-provoking (read that with shades of “annoying”) people I ever talked to on the subject of religion was D— the Iowan. When I met him, he had been recently divorced: his wife had announced to him, out of the blue,

Posted some pictures of Rachael eating cereal.

I am…Stinky Rhinobiscuit! This is a site that will give you your designated new name according to the rules of Professor Poopypants, the villain of a children’s book, Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants. (I haven’t read the books yet.) I have to admit that I take a buttload of online tests.

The apartments directly above us have always contained an interesting collection of sounds. For example, there is the coincedental pisser. I swear he (or she) leaps up to take a leak every time he (or she) hears the click as I lower the ring. He (or she) is an irregular flusher. Next there is the

I got more in-depth comments from Lee yesterday for Feather. Good ones. From what I understand, he felt the story was well-written for its purpose, but that the purpose itself needed to be questioned. There were lots of things that I was trying make the reader think, but I don’t yet have much that I’m

I’m not any other religion, either.

In honor of Sunday: here are two reasons why I’m not a Christian. First, I don’t believe. It’s not that I disbelieve, it’s that I don’t know. I have no faith in it. That’s the big reason. Second, I only know two people personally that I would consider to be living out Christian principles with

Goal of the day: think. Projects up next: “The Name of the Feather,” to be edited. “The Best of All Possible Beauregards,” still in first-draft stage. “Death by Chocolate,” in dire need of a rewrite. Plan: reread Feather. Try to imagine, if Lee can’t help me on this one, an imaginary audience for the story.