walking meadows in my mind

October 28, 2016

Gentlemen may prefer blondes and a kiss on the hand is I suppose fairly continental, but I prefer a great man. I prefer a man with patience and courage and humor and will and kindness and cleverness. How charming it is when preference and actuality agree.

In response to the loud and vulgar new housemate Lucky is channeling M Obama:

Goin’ high

cause she’s my companion

October 25, 2016

I find it amusing that many of the people telling Portland natives to get over and move on from the appropriation of our culture and the demise of so much of our city are just now unscrewing the twist they got their panties into over Columbus Day.

What if every word we know derived from one of two at the split of burp vs sneeze?

We’ve got sounds like snick and esk, and we’ve got sounds like hurgh and ralph. 

I think it’s possible.

come tumbling

October 15, 2016

In my dreams I am an octogenarian grandmother, gnarled and slow about the knuckles, cantankerous quicksilver about the lips.

Look, you can’t even see the line.

That’s because it’s cheap and flat.

tiniest tabasco 

October 12, 2016

The last in first out method at play in my silverware drawer always serves to distress the accounting spiderwebs left in my brain. It’s really too truly batshit to rearrange your silverware drawer so that every utensil gets its turn, right?

I guess I just need to do dishes less often. I am senor brightside.

lost in and out of time

October 11, 2016

Apparently for my particular concert of atoms and experiences, one of the homiest sounds in the world is a chainsaw on a sunny day.

I am