- poverty cookies.
As I am currently living life in the impoverished lane, today I made Chocolate Chip and Walnut Cookies Minus the Cookie.
What this is, is me, sitting on the couch with a bag of chocolate chips on my right and a bag of walnuts on my left. I take a handful of walnuts, add a sprinkling [...]
- things that cause me glee.
1. Giant Lego Man Pulled From Sea
2. “Accent Swap Day” at Burning Man
3. Rediscovering the very nice video camera my ex bought for me from the trunk of some guy’s Cutlass Supreme, right in time for my southwest roadtrip adventure.
4. Friday, I went grocery shopping dressed like a ninja.
- one last dispatch before the desert.
Last night I dreamt the Pacific was boiling.
I had walked barefoot down Highway 166, following great ghostly pillars of steam through Guadalupe, past migrant farms and moon-drenched murals depicting life en la frontera.
When I reached the coast, the ocean had mostly burned away, and on the barren seabed lay Detroit, all in flames.
At my side, [...]
- pirate radio.
“Then I fell into the slipstream of memory,” he says. And I’m just nodding because he’s making a weird kind of sense that dances up my spine, all wispy electric current.
Alls I can figure is it’s like when someone asks me if I recall some faded moment and I lick my finger and hold it [...]
- a quiet red alert.
I am homeless.
Not in that “heehee, I’m just waiting to move into my new place” way either. It’s more the “my family relationships have finally disentegrated to the point where they no longer exist and I have nowhere left to go” kind of way.
The street kid returns to the street.
When my paycheck comes Friday, I [...]
- Prodigal daughter to build castles on graveyard
I’m training for Burning Man’s grueling physicality while staying true to its Wonderland-like nature by performing backflips and other acrobatic feats on the 14-foot trampoline sitting behind my mother’s abandoned house.
- Oh. Ohhhhh.
I think I finally get it now, I really do. I don’t know why it’s taken so long for me to reach here, but I have to laugh about it and about how fundamentally ridiculous I have been and about all of the good things I have willfully ruined.
The revolution is quiet, my friends, like [...]
- mid-american accent.
i drag my vowels like knuckles on the ground behind me.
- american autobiography.
“I think I was a tree in a past life,” I said, thinking of my wobbly stems, of my hobbling fear of flannel and blue oxen.
- a synesthete’s head.
The letter L has always been green to me. And P tastes funny.
L and R feel like water, a cool and babbling brook, so when I started studying linguistics and found out their phonetic classification is “Liquid,” I had to laugh. Someone had the good misfortune to have a brain like mine.
When I was a [...]
