I always get these confused.

Night in Fog + Shadows and Fog

Shadows and Fog + Shadows in Paradise + Strangers in Paradise

WHO DIRECTED WHAT?? I'll probably never get them sorted out properly.

crafty crafty

Things I can fix with an eyeglass repair kit:
Accordions
Typewriters
Cameras

Things I cannot fix with an eyeglass repair kit:
Eyeglasses

swan song

I finally worked up the nerve to watch Chaplin's "A Countess of Hong Kong". It was startlingly mediocre. Startlingly!

pieday

I made pies today. Today was a whirlwind of pies. Pies fell down from the heavens, tumbled down the roof tiles and onto the streets below-- cats and stray men and women ran and hid in any dry safe corner that would allow them passage. Today, I made pies.

Blueberry-Apple Pie


DINOSAUR-Apple Pie


2 Coconut Cream Pies

With my pie money, we headed down to Bricka Bracka to see Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin(haha) and Jenny Jenkins. With my pie money I bought the Waterhouse Records comp and chatted up the French men. If I am in Seattle either the first or second week of June, I will probably run into them again. On the one hand that would be nice. On the other hand, if I go to Seattle it will have to be for a week at least, because otherwise it seems like the ticket price will have gone to waste. Why is this bad, you ask? You don't go to school or have a job!
Well, dear reader, let me tell you this: I am clingy. Horrendously, wretchedly clingy. I can't really go too long without seeing my boyfriend. And it works out pretty well because he's just as horrendously, wretchedly clingy as I am.

Speak No Evil

I'm forgetting the sequence of days a bit.

I got an email either yesterday or the day before from the Doc stating that he really liked that Salmon poem, and that the editor of the Phoenix journal in New York really liked it too, and he'll publish it if I send him a few more poems. I have been racking by brains somewhat trying to figure out which other poems I should send.

The pudding was too sweet, but the Aaron Ross show was remarkably nice.

Sometime last night Derek called and out of nowhere asked me if I would ever have sex with him. I told him (with much gusto!) that I would never have sex with him, that he really missed his chance by a few years, and that his book was terrible. What the hell is wrong with that kid? Who asks that?

Then Amy calls.

Then, nearly 3 am I hear from Derek again.
Is my book really that bad?
Yes.
Thank you.
For what?
For being honest with me.

Why is it that it is so difficult for me to be mean? I say the meanest things, and I say them all the time...things that make people cry, things that make people angry. I suffer from a complete lack of tact. But nobody is ever angry at me. They respect me for it. They say I have guts, that I'm wise and so on and so on. They take a deep breath and agree with me, claim to become better people, to learn from the experience. I want to be mean, goddamnit!

Considering how much he hates Derek, Keith took that remarkably well. He sighed deeply and said that people like that deserve to be kicked in the groin repeatedly...went on eating his soup and we moved on.

I'm thinking of these poems to submit:
Thursday Afternoon
Dialogue Between Myself and a Dying Man (the situation calls for it)
We Live Our Lives

Today: Keith is back!

Things I Will Do

1. I will be a feisty stewardess with a heavy Russian accent and outrageous heels.
2. Run an under-the-table business that cleans homes for junkies and drug dealers. It'll be a Russo-Italian enterprise.
3. Collect antique furniture.
4. Decorate my home with Dutch Still Life, authentic woodblock prints and animation cels from cartoons.
5. Provocative Cross-Stitch: Cross-Stitch Without Borders
6. Marry a Professor or be a Professor that one is married to.
7. Raise miniature livestock and keep chickens.
8. Grow my own opium.

Cinematic Masterpieces

L:Hmm?
K:Hmmm?
L:Hm.
K:Hmmm.
L:We could be whales. We would have made wonderful whales.
K:Hmm.
L:We could be Beluga whales.
K: (caught off guard, dreamily) Beluga?
L:Or Killer whales. Sperm whales.
K: Hmm.
L:Right whales. Humpback whales.
K:Hmmmm.

Much later. Months and months later.

L:Say it again.
K:I'll never say it.
L: I'll love you forever.
K: You already promised that. What else have you got?
L: I'll stop.
K: Then you'll be going back on your word!
L: I'm stuck then, aren't I?
K:...Beluga?
L: Not quite.
K: I was actually trying to make that cute...Beluga?
L: That was pretty darn cute.
K: That wasn't cute. That was bored and tired and (turns away, voice fades away) apathetic.


I have these little videos on my cell phone, candid little snippets of our lives, and I watch them over and over again, like great cinematic masterpieces. Every time I watch them I fall in love with both of us like we are some wonderful strangers I have never met.