Today the snowflakes were the size of apples. (Small apples). I would have liked to pause to look at them from a cafe window. (At that moment what I wouldn't have done for a custard pastry). But I smelled something like slept in stockings, unwashed hair, curry and herbs, and faintly of sour sweat.
So I walked through the flakes, but just barely. They grabbed my coat and stuck to it, and to my face, not really even seeming to melt. I was spotted all down my one side. I met a wall of them, and then a wall of more of them, and these walls tumbled into pieces on the bridge of my glasses and all over my black tights.
I came home and I cooked an egg and a breakfast pita and, with the scent of days old gin lingering in my bedroom air, I read the rest of my novel. And it was so (so so so) lovely.

We Go Bowling

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Last night wins the award for worst dream ever though it started out okay enough. Enter: Paul Reiser. In my dream he was in or nearing his 40s, more Indian than usual, and cute. Make that Cute. I complimented him on his role in Aliens, and he was very flattered, and very proud. I asked if he had won an Oscar for that role, and if not then he should have, I said. I said you were just so slimy, you really had that down. And he said "Slimy! That's the word I was looking for, yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to achieve." We bonded, you might say, and then exit Paul Reiser. Enter: Real live aliens. Or, to be more correct, enter aliens one at a time, creating all sorts of suspense. There was this one part where I was watching a play and the characters had to drag themselves out from under a building, that was like the stage, and then they acted on their bellies like gross under-building-dwellers. Anyway, the aliens. Well eventually they turn into real-looking people (after a very long sleeping-time of being absolutely terrifying looking) and I have to kill one with a pitchfork, it's the only way. Except for the first twenty or so stabs it's impenetrable. When I finally "bust through" I have to keep stabbing it, for what seems like forever. I get one of the prongs through its neck and make a hole and it still lives. We tell it to swallow a scarf and it does and then when it's in its throat it pulls it through the hole, like "taa-daa".

I had this thought on the way to campus

I want to grab up all the old women and give them a hug, each and every one of them.

Conversation Topic:

So far, I have met Elvis Stojko twice. The first time I was under 10, at a soccer camp, and he bought a lemonade from the vending machine behind me. I was waiting in line for something in the recreation center. I guess that doesn't count as "meeting Elvis". But anyway, the second time I met Elvis he was no longer a figure skater. He was into martial arts then, and perhaps he still is now. He was shopping at the grocery store where I was a cashier. My manager insisted she serve him at the cash, because it's a big deal to help Elvis Stojko, I guess. She would flap her hands back and forth in excitement, god bless her, because to her he was a megababe. Mid-check-out the power went out and there he was, in line, with his bag of oranges, stuck. It delayed him about 10 minutes or so, and if I remember right he was good spirited about it. Stojko eats organic. I bet you're not surprised. I want to know about the time(s) you met Elvis Stojko, Kurt Browning, Kristi Yamaguchi, Tonya Harding, or any other famous figure skater. What was he/she like? 

Wasting Time

If you haven't lately, listen to Otis Redding's (Sitting on the) Dock of the Bay. And if you feel like it listen to it over, and over, and over again.

Oh baby.

Corner Garden

A visitor said something like: "Are those branches?"
And I said something in response like: "Yeah"
He said: "Why don't they have leaves like the other ones?" (All of the other branches (except the two in question) have so many leaves).
I said: "Don't know." They haven't had leaves on those branches since I moved here (late August). Since he asked (less than a week ago) one defiant little leaf has reared its cute little budding head and is getting bigger every day.

And I, like a real jerk, _still_ want more and ask the plant: Where are the flowers, buddy?