Is it chilly in here?
Either one would be fine.
high as a fuckin’ kite man!
A nugget of truth
All that’s left of my personality
Gone the way of the dodo
The writing is coming slower now for Joan Didion
Dinner is served @brazilianass
Why hasn’t Roger Sterling avatar made a pass at my avatar yet? Is it because I’m always drinking black coffee instead of booze? Is it because Don Draper avatar is in the way? Is it because I made a Mad Men avatar and then posted it on the internet when doing almost anything else would have been a better use of my time?
P.S. I look exactly like that.
Prelude to everything going down the crapper…
A time I thought was romantic, but probably only because I’ve never been to Europe
Two women gaze at heavy surf while lying on boulders on the coast of Nova Scotia, December 1961.Photograph by Volkmar Wentzel, National Geographic
Also- the outfit on the girl on the left…
I reached into the pocket of my sweater a few minutes ago and was surprised to find an onion skin. The onion skin is a remnant from the the time I lived on the farm (exactly a year ago), when I would stuff my pockets with onions in Chris’ basement, and trek through the meadow to the Common Building to use them in the evening’s supper. Looking back on everything that has transpired since then is dizzying. This time last year, I was the unwitting participant in a huge neo-pagan end-of-year celebration in San Francisco, wherein hundreds of us held hands and swept across a stadium in an enormous spiral, chanting, “we begin with each step we take, we begin with each chain we break, we begin with each move we make and we begin every time we awake!” I can’t help but wonder if my participation in that ceremony sent an unexpected burst of universal energy my way. In between then and now, I moved in with my parents, ended a 3 1/2 year relationship, engaged in several flings (each one stranger than the last), managed to live job free for 10 months, began practicing yoga in earnest, started seeing a therapist the same age as me, experienced the death of both of my grandparents and the death of a close friend’s parent, swam in the Yuba River, got my driver’s license, consumed an inestimable tonnage of ice cream, practiced setting boundaries for the first time, biked 50 miles in one day several times, got the only job that’s ever been relevant to my lit degree, and began and ended an affair with a married ex coworker 34 years my senior. Thus begins another year, ushered in this time in vegetative state with laptop, in hopes of invoking a gentler experience, I guess.