i love living in a neighborhood. with trees & people & shops. i loved walking to the convenience store last night, in the dark, not so worried about hooligans. i also love the food network, and having my own bedroom away from the television. the television, while sometimes a happy drug, can take you to the dark side if you don't have space from it.

this morning i woke up to the sun and to the sound of a lawn mower. there was a breeze through my south window. i listened to norah jones, unpacked, showered. listened to cursive, got dressed. listened to morcheeba, unpacked.

listened. which for me is so much better than watched. i don't know why really. this past year i've definitely watched more than listened, but i'm ready for that to change.

on another note, moving sucks. see next entry.

ow. holy ow.

There is a lot of talking going on

masked in retelling because the feeling forgiven is too much

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each gesture offering a hand to the atmosphere, like a wave,
until it's realized the one I'm waving to can't see me anymore.

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Again the naked nude must suggest the soul's
bold face:
a bold personification of eye
a bold personification of sky: purview)

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rip the mind out. go ahead.

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(excerpts. Claudia Rankine, The End of the Alphabet)

i saw a man on the roadside today wearing a straw hat, a small rainbow sticker across the bridge of his nose, like a butterfly holding the bone together after a break. i myself was wearing a sticker that said "mean cookie" in chocolate chips. i peeled it off my cheek and gave it to him. he smiled, examined it, then put it on his tongue. "communion" he said, curling into the brick wall, chewing.

no news is good news, so they say. although things have gotten so stale here i'm wondering if this isn't the proverbial calm before the storm. or mind numbing dullness before the storm.

but what storm? i'd love it to be the discovery of a colony of leprechauns beneath one of my floorboards, but more likely it'll be rats and a hole in the wall.

and what about happy storms? are those allowed? (she holds her right index finger high in the air). i'll take one happy storm and a side of smashed potatoes to go please. and a beer. definitely a beer.