I just peered into the past today. In my 20s, my then-partner had ten years of my poems tape-bound into a thick volume. 10 years of poems, ranging from 1982-1993. That covers ages 13-24, prime poem-producing years, to be sure. This volume, entitled Confessions of a Teenage Fungus, contains around 350 poems. Looking back over thisContinue reading “Confessions of A Teenage Fungus”
My “new” car is my husband’s old car; it just worked out that way. I now drive the same car as nearly every middle aged Indian man in San José. A gray (or silver) Honda (or Toyota, or BMW), which it makes it nearly impossible to find my car in any parking lot, including theContinue reading “Making it Mine”
Just realized my “race/ethnicity” was listed as Asian/Indian on my medical records. Fixed that.
In the last year or so, kids at my school have started to play this game called “Charlie Charlie” which supposedly exposes the presence of paranormal entities by putting two pencils in an X shape on a piece of paper with “yes” and “no” on it (or sometimes without the paper at all, if oneContinue reading “Carlos, Carlos”
Today I wrote two important e-mails and a loving PM, which totaled at least 750 words. And some Facebook ranting of course. I also did Spanish homework and worked in my planner. Other things were procrastinated on. Procrastination is my greatest talent. I am a genius at procrastination. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will get to moreContinue reading “Writing”
So one of my ongoing goals is to write 750 words a day on something, anything, as long as it’s not a tweet or a Facebook post. This might be a challenge, as my creative sauce has been low for the past couple of years, and I fear my imagination-brain has shriveled to dried-pea size inContinue reading “Inspiration takes Frightening Forms”
I can’t tell you of the joy that rose today in my heart, watching my husband play M*A*S*H* on my iPad. Although he was a bit confounded by his proclaimed “red and violet” wedding to Naomi Watts, with 333 attendants, a “robust” honeymoon in Bangalore, India, and consequent settling down into a shack in TokyoContinue reading “I M*A*S*H* With You”
So, This year I decided that I am finally going to listen to all my vinyl record albums on my record player, because otherwise, why have them? Well, at least that’s my husband’s opinion. (He doesn’t like all my books, either, but too bad. I reduced from fourteen bookshelves + piles down to three, wellContinue reading “The Olden Days, B.I. (Before Internet): Music Edition”
My Anni and I gang up on our Monkey, and he and Autocorrect call us names.
Things got a little out of hand on Vegetarian Night (with D.B. Myrrha). Click the pic to see more.