Year: 2006
Anaphora for Around Here
Posted on June 28, 2006 in Poems The Orange
Around here, foreigners from the same country greet and hug each other even though they do not remember one another’s name.
Men’s Locker Room 5
Posted on June 28, 2006 in Gyms
A decrepit end of middle age man scrubbed at a younger man in the showers. When he was finished, he raced back to get a body fat gauge to show him how to use it.
Yesterday another man soaped himself to such a lather that he looked as if he’d been blasted by warm, sticky snow.
Med Change
Posted on June 26, 2006 in Mania Psychotropics
I am not even sure that this article will make grammatical sense. Your blogger bubbles and falls.
Compulsive Art
Posted on June 26, 2006 in Doodles
For those who don’t know, the rhinoceros is my totem animal.
What I Do During Meetings 3
Posted on June 26, 2006 in Doodles
Yes, dan, you’re right. I am in a manic episode. I collected this from deep in a stack of papers and books next to my bed. It represents a favorite theme of mine during my outpatient days.
The dust bunnies attest to my story.
I have thrown it all away. This takes up less room in my condo.
What I Do During Meetings 2
Posted on June 26, 2006 in Doodles
This was inspired by a woman describing her mother as a “Hitler Cleopatra”. Not being a great depictor of anatomy, I went back to creating my maze of the moment.
Do They Really Know?
Posted on June 23, 2006 in Mania The Phone
Do you know what it is like to know the right thing to do or say and yet be beguiled by your brain into doing something else?
Deltiologist
Posted on June 23, 2006 in Mania Routine
I’ve been stealthily cleaning out corners of the house a little bit at a time
Trickling, Gushing, and Flooding
Posted on June 23, 2006 in Reflections Thinking
What gets me is that the negative views of the others about me get perpetuated.
Solstice Offering
Posted on June 22, 2006 in Imagery
Three scenes of beauty and a laugh from my collection. Click on the picture to enjoy these and others.
Men’s Locker Room 4
Posted on June 22, 2006 in Gyms
Today, I saw the blow dryer used by a man to blow dry his soles. He looked silver-pink as he stood before the grooming station. A bad version of “Big Yellow Taxi” played as I glanced at him over my shoulder and put on my gear. I left without seeing what other parts of his body he directed the barrel of the blow dryer at.
