Monday, June 14, 2010
quite weary of not saying nor being able to say what she really means.*
most manners are meaningful diversions, formulaic conventions of politeness, of (yes, i am sure you did not mean to hurt anyone's feelings, and this is my abtruse and polite way of mentioning that you probably did hurt them regardless) honestly felt sentiments.
despite the way "they" eat dying-almost-all-gone whales all the time, the japanese have a cultural way of dispelling 91% of the BS i seem to encounter daily.
anthropology has the way to go.
*like: you're a f*ing slut (vocationally speaking; your artwork is crap; i hate your tedious lies; etc.)
**look for lost-drafts #2 around april 29.
at 2:25 AM
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
To look at lapines:
Cut grass today. Pulled things out. Ate all the ripe black raspberries off the bush (diminished yield this year … did a cull last fall … new canes will fruit in 2011), did not get any insect bites nor see the yard-snake.
Found 100 rolly-pollies (pill bugs) under the smoking wood soaking in speckleware on the table (wooden magazine rack). Moved it, removed rolly polly fodder.
Need to plant lilies of the valley. One lily, destined and hoped to spread. Not unlike the stupid virulent vines (some are morning glories; some are "wild;" and some are rouges of larger flower from the seeds I used two summers ago; don't worry, I'm winning against them and the walnut stump-tree).
Did a modicum of editing; spent 2 hours running grant supplements to destinations; spent $3 at FedExKinko's to make them look nice.
Have to pack. Am leaving in the morning for Salina, Kansas. Need to check weather.
Found new leak source. Will deal later.
at 7:21 PM
Monday, June 07, 2010
I believe that there are at least 3 infections in her body right now.
That thing that seemed like "the usual carpal pain" is really that oven-rack burn from Friday that blistered 20 hours later and then peeled off a few hours later … the back of the hand is quite sensitive. Red circle. Sore. Hoping it fades.
Am not going to go further.
Has laundry drying on 4 floors. You can cross-reference that.
Ate pork two days in a row, 3 meals, all on these fun new-to-me flattish bread multi-grain things that my cousin and I both thought were cookies. My godmother let me take a bag of them home. I swear they are not in my city's stores yet. East-coast / West-coast. (Are far apart; my cousin once rode Harley-back with her hubby to Vegas. "Never again," though they are going that route to Chicago in 2 weeks for my brother's wedding. They are quite a-typical in the Harley set, in my non-described opinion.)
They're going to NYC this Thursday, and we're heading to Salina. We are taking the train to Chicago — driving to Salina, of course. We drove to a wedding in Salem in November … probably never again (at least not in 48 hours : )
You can take that to the bank.
at 9:08 PM