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- post-oz coda.
Dear You,
What color is the Yellow Brick Road after it leaves the Emerald City?
The ground shakes where I live now. The freight trains crossing the river behind us are so heavy that they shake the earth for a quarter-mile. Reminds me of that night in California and I wonder if it’s calling me. The future, [...]
- when gas prices literally become nightmares.
I had desert dreams all last night, maybe because the weather is finally getting warm here. In one, I was at this year’s Burning Man. In another, I was driving Bob, Hannah and Austin around the desert in my Grand Am. We stopped for gas at this classic desert gas station–you know, remote and dusty–and [...]
- Traffic Report
license plates passed simultaneously on the road home:
“UROTRASH”
and
“HEHEHE”
the former on a vintage VW bus,
the latter on a repair van.
U.S. 23, south.
- On bargain basement brain chemistry.
When I was a kid, I was convinced I came from K-Mart. After all, that’s where you buy things that start with a “K.”
I’ve had a low-grade depression for the past few months that I just can’t seem to shake. It’s affecting my desire to talk to people and the ability to get things done. [...]
- old dichotomies.
“I’ve shifted into analytical mode lately. My output for a while is likely to be only articles of nonfiction.”
Only likely.
“I’m becoming more verbose. That’s always a sure sign. It’s weird, and so is my syntax.”
A bat just hit the window.
“That’s weird. Anyway, a friend of mine said something about the number 27 always being the [...]
- Exit ramp to the Twilight Zone
I got into a very curious car wreck yesterday while coming back from Detroit.
I was happily texting in the passenger’s seat when I heard a loud thud and felt the car lurch. I looked over my shoulder to see an old blue Buick airborne as it flew down a hill and crashed through the fence [...]
