I’m a Magpie
Brian (for the five billionth time): Sookeh!
Me: Ok, I’m done with the True Blood impersonations.
Brian: Sookeh!
Me: For serious. It’s getting old.
Brian: But, Beel!
(I know, I know. I don’t post for months, and then it’s an inside joke. Good thing no one’s reading anymore.)
In May, it was all over Corona Heights. And so, every day for the last month or so, I’ve thought, “Next time I walk the dogs, I should really bring the camera and take a picture of that flower so that I can figure out what it is.” Because how can I have a favorite [...]
My signature. It’s really spiky and darn near indecipherable, and takes a relatively long time, compared to other people’s loopy scrawls.
This gets comments from store clerks all the time, from the long-winded (”You sure don’t have to worry about someone faking that. You know, my identity got stolen last year…”) to the terse (”Ha.”). I [...]
Moving blogs, it seems, is just as upending as moving houses. Nothing’s where it should be, the walls are all in different places, and my links are still packed away in a box somewhere where I can’t find them. So, while I try to sort all that out, here are some of the blogs I [...]
I’ve always had poor boundaries. Maybe that’s why I’m always so fascinated (if a bit off-put) when existing neighborhoods get new names and redrawn borders. What makes a place itself, and not somewhere else? What does it mean to be from a place, when the green screen behind you can project an entire library of [...]
In addition to the ritual mantra I recite every night, I also do this sort of chicken dance while I’m swishing the lysterine around in my little mouth. It passes the time.
We’re lying in bed and my small toe hurts. Brian is watching “Law and Order” on his laptop and I’ve put down my reading because there’s something about lights and moving pictures that make it impossible to look away. Outside the door, Hope’s cats are running up and down the hall, thumps and gallops and [...]
Twelve years ago, I was living in Santa Fe and learning Homeric Greek from Clyde Pharr’s Homeric Greek: A Book for Beginners. It’s funny what sticks with you. I can still recite the opening lines of the Iliad, and have used it to scare away telemarketers:
(”Can I speak to the lady of the house?”
“Menin [...]
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I'm a freelance writer and perpetual graduate student living in San Francisco. Special skills include dog charming, brochure writing, slapdash cooking and long-winded nattering. I also enjoy watching the sunset reflected in the tall buildings downtown.
For a while there, I taught classes on Classical literature, philosophy, and the history of religion at New College of California. I have an MA and an MFA in Writing, and started library school in the fall of 2009.