August 2010
11 posts
“Sometimes I think you use a speech bubble when you SHOULD be using a thought...”
– From somewhere on here, kinda. (It was a shared post in my GReader and I can’t find the actual post!)
A and B
I had a dream last night in which the world was made up of two types of people. A people could do something to B people but I never quite figured out what it was and it is hard to conceive what it might be considering that B people instantly obliterated A people by a single touch. All that would be left was dust. You couldn’t even get DNA from the dust. (In the dream I was both a B and a...
nostalgia
I miss waking up in the mornings to email and music from him.
life
I’ve started this post several times now. I’m having difficulty explaining the situation. Telling the really bad bits where the only reaction was a sort of numb surprise is hard without becoming too mired in the details. Then explaining the details becomes petty and upsetting and I lose steam on writing about it all, close the window and move on to something else.
The summary: my...
control
Lately I feel that my life is more out of my control that usual. I’ve never felt particularly in control of my life, of course, but right now things so beyond my ability to direct them that it is both scary and freeing. I also wonder if I’m relinquishing more control than I should where I could control things simply because so many other areas are uncontrollable.
And as I always do...
Out of body, out of mind
So tired last night when I finally slept that when I woke up at some early morning point by the bladder alarm I stumbled to the bathroom witless and confused and caught in my last dream and it was some minutes before I remembered who I was.
Quite a strange experience to suddenly realize your awake self is still thinking like your dreaming self, especially when that dreamed person is so...
Tuesday afternoon continued
Whales, boats, bowling pins, boxing gloves… More than just a collection of nouns, these things all coincide in a 10’x20’ space.
Oh, and a stuffed squirrel.
(Scene from a storage unit. Not mine.)
“Colored pencils, nooses, fireworks, and fly paper”
– Crystal, proposed chapter title for section on the storage years in autobiography
“Mocha Jehovah Boobie Latte”
– said by Joey, my best friend’s boyfriend during sleep
books, movies, sleep
I’ve been reading some classics lately thanks to the Gutenberg Project. I’ve read Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice as well as several short works from Philip K. Dick and Stephen Marlowe. I’m currently working on Sense and Sensibility. It’s slow going because I’m reading them on my iPhone’s eReader app (Stanza is the one I like) and I can’t stand to read...
