ADOLF
if there were any gods
they would have pity on us
Food Money
I enjoy this site very much. But there seem to be many more artists than buyers here. My own interests are mainly in fractals…but to most people fractals are merely confusing. (The exceptions are mathematicians and children, who are unlikely to buy fractal prints to decorate their walls.) So I am designing greeting cards with pictures of flowers. Everybody understands flowers. Of course…
Mount Vicky
The temperature is 103°F. The electric fan is blowing on me from the end table next to the mattress, I am lying in my underwear, and Isolde, a 19-year-old white alleycat, is reclining comfortably on the summit of my left hip. Other cats lurk in the corners of the room. They’re younger than Isolde, but not nearly as wiry, tough, or determined.
I always wanted cats who could get along with …
It's the truth.
I miss dead people. I miss my parents, even though they raised me before the discovery of self-esteem and never missed an opportunity to make me feel deeply defective. (Nothing personal really, just 19th century German child-rearing.)
I miss dogs and cats.
An unfortunate creature named Chelsea, whom we adopted when she was about ten years old, long imprinted with the conviction that s…
Draft Gore
I suppose this really belongs in my neglected blog, which is all political. No it doesn’t, because it will be just my own rambling thoughts, with no references to authoritative sources. At lunch a few minutes ago my brother-in-law said that Obama had just lost his vote…by saying he would send US troops into Pakistan to hunt down “the terrorists”. What cynicism. US troops have been looking…
Restraining Children
On Friday it will be two years since my mother died, and John and I were reminiscing. John said, “Where did they get the leash? Did other people keep their children on leashes?” I said I didn’t know. I’ve never heard of anybody else doing it. We discussed whether it might have been a dog leash.
John said that he remembered a crib but he certainly didn’t remember a leash.
Violence
I made some daggers. Just thinking about the “pure fractal” people and the…fussy fractal people makes me a little dangerous.
I’m no better, I’m just a pendulum. Everything an extreme reaction to what I did last. Or an extreme reaction to something somebody else did that made me want to vomit.
You'll Be Relieved To Learn
...that I’m OK. Just a little indigestion. Ready to party now.
Brago, you don’t want anybody, not even a couple of anonymous strangers, to know what your idea of a party is. This journal writing business is so complicated. Can you really pretend to just be talking to yourself?
Maybe. There seem to be censorship options, but I will just substitute censored for all the expletives…
Hypochondria As Truth
God my stomach hurts…probably I have an ulcer. Hypochondriacs are right you know, like everybody else we’re dying.
Americans are the worst about death. An affront to their sense of entitlement, and preventable. But nobody else comes close to the cheerful acceptance of Mexicans, sucking on candy skulls.
A Private Place For Mumbling?
I’ll think I’ll just assume that only a couple of people are going to read this stuff and use it as a diary. Everything I write keeps getting lost. I had a long and interesting correspondence …that had to be completely deleted because the correspondent wanted to explore the kind of internet boundaries that are…dangerous for married people, and it became something I couldn’t risk my husban…