From the monthly archives:

December 2009

Breaking Radio Silence

December 31, 2009

I don’t have anything to say. I am only awaiting orders for my next assignment, which I know will be a dangerous one. I have sympathy everything: my brain is not working and I haven’t had an original thought in months — I am not productive I am strictly gestative; I had lower back pain [...]

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four days

December 28, 2009
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merrypregnantfisheyechristmas2009

December 25, 2009
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lit tree rocket

December 16, 2009
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intractable fungus

December 15, 2009

Two summers ago I cleared the understory in the back yard. I stacked all the long skinny maple trunks at the edge of the yard and forgot about them (after the next door neighbor bristled at my interpretation of the property line). This summer, after months of frustrated desire for a back yard aesthetic paradigm [...]

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old boy: eating a live octopus

December 15, 2009

I love this movie for so many reasons, not least of which is the live octopus ingestion scene.

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eremurus like octopus

December 15, 2009

I am beginning to think that the octopus is my familiar, though I am not sure we’re supposed to enjoy our familiars as cuisine as much as I love mine. Regardless, I like its style.  I like the cut of its jib. I like its inky defense mechanism and its stink-eyed seafloor stare. I like [...]

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the sun looking at me all cockeyed

December 15, 2009

several times already this year I have been gently arrested by the realization that all this cold, this snow, this bitter wind, and lack of leaves and flowers, all of this is thanks to a little teeny tilt of the earth on its axis. But it’s not the distance from the sun that has us [...]

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Cormac McCarthy’s Typewriter

December 4, 2009

Continuing with the spasm of materialism inhabiting this e-ournal* for the last couple of weeks (it’s the holidays, bub), consider Cormac McCarthy’s Olivetti for auction this friday at Christie’s. I begged and begged Courtney to buy it for me but no dice. I don’t know what I’d do with it anyway except look at it [...]

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