Archive for December 2009

In Which I Wear A Party Hat. I Like This Party Hat. You Should See It.

In Correspondence, Occasions on 31 December 2009 tagged new years, not being deep with 2 comments

It’s T minus forty-five minutes, and I feel like I should say a few words about this year. Yes, thank you very much for the croquets, no, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline that glass of champagne, Miss Applebaum. Yes, I’m quite sure. Can’t afford to arrive home tipsy, you know, Miss Applebaum? I’m wearing [...]

Untoward Happenings, Or, A Blind Spot.

In Occasions, Reckonings on 30 December 2009 tagged blind spot, mother, motorist with 5 comments

On the way back from Tarragona, my mother informs the rest of the car that she wants to buy tomatoes. Her body is built into, but not limited to, the space of the driver’s seat. In quantum physics, observing an object changes it, due to the instruments used in observation. How can we know anything, [...]

Caminante No Hay Camino.

In Brain Functions, Nation on 24 December 2009 tagged autumn, being pretentious, garcia lorca, machado, poetry with 2 comments

One of my favorite poems: Caminante no hay camino, by Antonio Machado.
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.
I am pretty much [...]

Bipolar Part 2 of ∞

In Kin on 5 December 2009 tagged bipolar, crazy, drag queen, mother, teen, thermoluminescence with 4 comments

At two o’clock in the morning my mother turns on all the lights in the house. She wipes off her shoes and shucks off her lipstick. My mother breathes like the bogeyman, leaving shell-shaped marks of perspiration on the walls. She opens a drawer to tuck in the silk grey scarf and the matching elbow-length gloves [...]