Oh, what the hell. Just cause I'm writing to myself doesn't mean I have to quit. Right? Right>
I'm now a kid's bookseller. It's fantastic. My new supervisor isn't conniving and evil. I actually look forward to going in. I'm reading all sortsa new stuff.
What a relief. The Faustian bargain--working for the Devil, getting good raises, hating yourself--doesn't suit me. This does.
I've decided to start collecting art. My brother's gallery has a show up right now by a guy in LA--formerly a Portland guy, I believe--name Joe Biel. I'm gonna pony up a bunch of coin I don't really have and pick a piece of his up. Thank goodness you buy art on installment plans.
Nice stuff, Biel's. Minimal and evocative and alien. I feel a kind of kinship with him. I think I write from a similar place.
Doc is sick and asleep on my bed right now. I made her some chicken soup. Browned a couple of quartered garlic cloves in olive oil, added chicken broth and some chicken, brought it to a boil, added the egg noodles, waited for them to soften, took it off the burner, added thyme and pepper. The house smells fantastic. Emmett seems delighted by the oil and garlic in the air.
We watched a movie after the soup, I rubbed her legs, and read "White Apples" to her. It's our first Jonathan Carroll novel. I started it on the return from PNBA weeks ago. Slow going, but really worth it.
I'm tired. She's asleep.
I'm now a kid's bookseller. It's fantastic. My new supervisor isn't conniving and evil. I actually look forward to going in. I'm reading all sortsa new stuff.
What a relief. The Faustian bargain--working for the Devil, getting good raises, hating yourself--doesn't suit me. This does.
I've decided to start collecting art. My brother's gallery has a show up right now by a guy in LA--formerly a Portland guy, I believe--name Joe Biel. I'm gonna pony up a bunch of coin I don't really have and pick a piece of his up. Thank goodness you buy art on installment plans.
Nice stuff, Biel's. Minimal and evocative and alien. I feel a kind of kinship with him. I think I write from a similar place.
Doc is sick and asleep on my bed right now. I made her some chicken soup. Browned a couple of quartered garlic cloves in olive oil, added chicken broth and some chicken, brought it to a boil, added the egg noodles, waited for them to soften, took it off the burner, added thyme and pepper. The house smells fantastic. Emmett seems delighted by the oil and garlic in the air.
We watched a movie after the soup, I rubbed her legs, and read "White Apples" to her. It's our first Jonathan Carroll novel. I started it on the return from PNBA weeks ago. Slow going, but really worth it.
I'm tired. She's asleep.
kurtz:
phineas gage was so cool. spike through the head, right? or wrong?
mattereaterlad2:
yep...one and the same...more on yer journal