pushy valentines

a gorgeous hotel, in a grand city

'i had walked across the carpeted lobby and down a long marble corridor,
passing glassed-in phonebooths and rows of tall potted plants, and
staggered into the men's room.

my eyes were stinging. everything had grown blurry as i'd made my way
through the lobby. i moved toward the sinks and the mirrors. i could no
longer see my own hands, but in the brightness i sensed the expanse of tile
and brushed metals and knew at once that i was alone.

i was squinting, i guess. i contracted every muscle in my face. as i did
this a series of droplets came out of both eyes and stayed close to my
cheeks, traveling down them, each droplet leaving a kind of track. streaks,
i suppose. for a few brief moments i could see again. the tiles and the
metals. then again the room grew blurry.

it was then i heard a faucet running. someone was there. a man was
suggesting i was crying. crying! i doubted this–told him i seriously
doubted this. i slumped down onto my knees, holding my head in both
hands. more droplets. my head felt just like a trophy, so i held it as such."

~michael earl craig

wanting it

a usb microscope/camera/ gadget. to zoom in on the world with.

novels: extended works of prose fiction that are subject to censorship by anyone who is offended by them.

from the handy glossary of Euphemisms and Obfuscations.

february

i must admit. as soon as it is safely february, i begin thinking that spring is really right around the corner. the result of this yearly delusion is that i often leave the house quite underdressed, with bare toes and shoulders gathering frost, teeth chattering like a toy clacker, seed packets in my thin cotton pockets. i know i should also treasure winter's gifts, but the truth is that they leave me cold. i can never achieve a homeostasis in winter, in which i am not aware of the outside temperature being wildly afar from my interior one. as i spent my youth in hawaii, where the temperature always hovers somewhere around 75 degrees, the feeling of being cold or hot drives me to distraction. by february 1st i'm already longing to leave the windows open and sleep in my sundress. states of undress without goosebumps, and warm air teasing out the trees' summer frocks.
1. Bored with the Weather, 2. the afterthought, 3. birthday-shades, 4. ventana, 5. Untitled, 6. Hades

strangely addicting

so, bb has revealed to me the magic of disturbingauctions.com, a place where strange ebay biddings go to be together, and i'm just hooked. i even bid on the 20 "grammerphones and little dog," my first ebay bid of my entire life. featured here, we have the "vintage photo of white sheet with heads of eight women," a bonafide "twotle," (no longer alive, but it was!), and a "bizarre civil war era photo of gentleman with clown."
you'll definitely be hearing more about this.

look away

1. Ms. D and the JF, 2. Untitled, 3. crossing - lomo, 4. tch, 5. To the sea of winter, 6. Untitled