Month: January 2005
A Genome Project of the Page
Posted on January 31, 2005 in Prose Arcana
Not everything that comes to the page is breeding stock. Words arrive, but they have had vasectomies or hysterectomies. I ask them what they have to say, but they are heavy smokers and their tracheotomies prevent them from speaking like a friend I had once who had to put his hand over the hole in his throat to talk. The words that come have no hands, so they can’t address me. This genome project of the page doesn’t reproduce very well, consequently. As I write this, people chatter around me. Their words come in sentences. Lots of words pour from fecund lips. Me running away from all that language. How fortunate they are to have syllables worth the dance on their tongues!
ORVs
Posted on January 31, 2005 in Conservation
There seem to be two kinds of people: those who know that they share this world and those who have got to have it to themselves.
I Slept Through It
Posted on January 30, 2005 in Pulmonary Weather
I still have tickles in my lung which I stamp out with Ventolin.
Slipping off for the Weekend
Posted on January 28, 2005 in Site News
Don’t be alarmed by this weekend’s silence. We’re sneaking off to the Lawrence Welk Resort again for an annual timeshare. Planning to take the time to relax and finish recovering from this bronchitis. See you later!
Betty returns!
Posted on January 27, 2005 in Mailbox Strange
She’s back. I’m off the conservative blogs list.
Challenge Word in Mission Viejo
Posted on January 27, 2005 in Attitudes Neighborhood
The ones who planned this place just assumed that everyone who lives here would go to work during the day and watch television in the evening. It’s just not true.
The Wheel and the Meteor
Posted on January 26, 2005 in Psychotropics
Snorting oxygen through a hose, I read about how we can chemically alter our minds so we can be continually happy.
The Truth About the Rain
Posted on January 26, 2005 in The Orange Weather
Record rainfalls in the sense that more water dropped from the skies than had ever dropped since they began measuring rainfall in the eighteen fifties did not occur two weeks ago.
Recovery
Posted on January 26, 2005 in Pulmonary Suicide
My lungs worked like a fisherman who was dragging a net filled with a Hummer with his bare hands.
Back from the Hospital
Posted on January 25, 2005 in Health
It was getting frustrating to look out the window at the Pacific Ocean and not be able to smell the salt breeze or sip the cool fog that drifted around Laguna Coast Hospital, which is where I ended up for treatment.
