ginny, mike and topher in the cemetery, originally uploaded by tofu mugwump.
I took some interesting pictures between 4 and 5 am on the day we left. I was going crazy on tea around 4 am and captured photo documentation of my two “art projects,” but those files are elsewhere for now. Blurry + dusk = poetry. right? This one is about loss. Of shoes. A dark […]
(whole shack shimmy) Packing has begun, and my second pair of old navy cords are dead. Did you ever make that pillow Steph? I tore the hole in this pair all the way to the seam a bit ago… and kept going. The trousers are absolutely destroyed now. I am going to give strips away […]
Last night was confusing and sober. We spread the word. People looked confused. Memoir forever! Explanations and better pictures of Fred… probably never.
For a few seconds in the shower this morning, everything made sense. All I’m left with now is the taste of pennies in my mouth. Having everything connect is a sure sign that things will be headed south to fucked up land soon enough. It took too long for me to realize I already knew […]
I am burning CDs of mp3s, videos, and pictures submitted by kids in the programme. Dr. Roos is cycling through songs. Dashboard Confessional, baby!
(alternative memoir titles include: My mother was a Dairy Princess and my sister wore combat boots: tales of teen angst in South Dakota or Topher Soup for the Human Soul: a depressing ordeal. My memoir class leads to people talking about Sonya in the abstract.) I think I am skipping tea with a nice English […]
I am in Rome, but I am more affected by the death of Mitch Hedberg… okay, the Pope’s death is strange too. There are pictures of him everywhere with the word “GRAZIE” emblazoned on them. The Italian I met at the Colosseum last night remarked, “for what? for dying?!” He was very fancy, and I […]
splendid. I walked around this morning and bought long fancy French bread (une baguette merci… or something). It is a nice relaxing Easter, totaly free of crying jags and a father figure moving out. cough. It has been five years. I flew into Amsterdan Schiphol yesterday. The first time I was there was nine years […]
Someday I will learn that just because I’m bored and avoiding homework, refreshing deadjournal will not make new entries appear. I think that sentence has some structural issues. After typing 19 pages (plus 5 pages frontmatter + 10 pages of works cited/illustration), it becomes a major diappointment to not see a wavy red line under […]
March 25: Manor House? March 26: Amsterdam for about an hour (I hate you Amsterdam), then a 13 hour trainride to Nice, France March 27-30: Nice, France March 31-April 2: Florence, again April 3-5: Rome, again (maybe I'll see the Sistene Chapel this time) April 6-9: Vienna (it waits for me) April 10-13: Interlaken, Switzerland […]