frictioning geometry.

Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got… Continue reading frictioning geometry.

where the smoke from a chimney ended.

Two things I very much want to share. The first is this: What 20-Somethings Want "You want to find someone who will pick you up from the airport. It’s such a kind gesture but also one you would expect from someone who loved you a reasonable amount. The thought of having to wait for a… Continue reading where the smoke from a chimney ended.

alive, alone, not lonely.

It's April Fool's.  I got nothin'.  Sorry. I had this elaborate plan to convince the doctor at my routine check-up this morning that I was a hermaphrodite, but I chickened out... and she would've figured out soon enough... it was a ladydoctor appointment.  [TMI?  mehdunno.] After my appointment I disappeared to a small coffee shop… Continue reading alive, alone, not lonely.

the remnants of the good of the darkness.

The last two nights, I've had vivid dreams about moving back to Australia. My friend, Andrew, says... - Dreams are like pictures: If I'm not in them and no one's naked, I don't care. Well, some of my good friends were in the dreams, as well as the family I used to work for: The… Continue reading the remnants of the good of the darkness.

that whole reading/reader situation.

My dear Dabney sent this to me today: http://thebookspy.blogspot.com/ I love it. The site documents what people spotted in subways are reading and give projections about that whole reading/reader situation happening. It kinda made me miss Australia; where I rode a train constantly and always had a book in hand.  [or at least bag.]  And… Continue reading that whole reading/reader situation.

a place for you.

I was craving Australia the other day. Weird, I know. How do you crave such a dark time? But, no... I craved the isolation, the invisibility, the unidentified wandering, the loneliness, the strangers. So, I drove to Salt Lake City.  By myself.  To go see a concert: Sleigh Bells and Yeasayer. Leaving Jackson with such… Continue reading a place for you.

[wow] happy.

Found this... ...this morning, in my favorite e-magazine: Picame. And it made me happy... because I am happy.  !!  [whoa.] Having my mom here is a great gage to how life is going.  I find myself getting excited about showing off every aspect of my life here in Jackson. This is where I work. These… Continue reading [wow] happy.

i am done.

It was a hard year.  The hardest yet. Last fall.  Leaving Yosemite in a blur to try and soften the blows of a family emergency and my sister's divorce.  The darkness of that. Fresno.  The tears of family, the delicacy of a two year old in question in your arms.  Hard. The frustration of uncertainty.… Continue reading i am done.