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raybearI'm not feeling particularly inspired to write something real, so here's the brief update.
I managed to find three pieces to read tonight -- all re-worked version of livejournal posts, of course. My nonmonogamy piece from the other day, a piece on my brother, and a 'poem' I wrote about MelRo over a year ago. I don't really write poems, but instead attempt to write somewhat lyrical or at least interesting prose. I have a lot of respect for people who are really good poetry writers and really understand the nuances and workings of language, as well as the ability to distill complex situations into specific phrases and words. I'm too verbose to write poetry. Or at least, good poetry. I'm sure I could write lots of bad poetry but who wants to read that? Especially not me, even if it was my own.
Yesterday's emotional anxieties got worse before they got better, but they did get better. The stranger part of the ordeal is that on Tuesday night I had an extremely vivid and realisitic dream involving yelling and arguing and being extremely confrontational (to the point of a near physical encounter involving my poking/jabbing her with me finger in a bad attempt to make a point). I woke up fairly disturbed about the incidents in my dream, and I thought my subconcsious was just working out some strong emotions in a safer non-consequential context. Later I wondered if I'm just psychic. I mean, nothing happened in real-life that happened in the dream, but there was an obvious overlap in tone.
Today Sophie is being left alone for a long period of time. I'm concerned she will not only soil herself, but might also destroy property. I'd be more upset with the latter -- it's harder to work on correcting that behavior. Hopefully she'll find enough entertainment with her big gay rainbow plush jack I got for her at Petco last night, under Riley's recommendation. So far she's loving it. I also left the TV on for company -- tuned to Animal Planet, of course. Maybe she can learn a thing or two.
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wearemany is arriving tomorrow! Should we plan to meet on the Adams/Wabash platform? You can take the orange line up from Midway, then we can transfer there to the Brown line? Give me a ring tonight or tomorrow and we can talk in specifics.
I managed to find three pieces to read tonight -- all re-worked version of livejournal posts, of course. My nonmonogamy piece from the other day, a piece on my brother, and a 'poem' I wrote about MelRo over a year ago. I don't really write poems, but instead attempt to write somewhat lyrical or at least interesting prose. I have a lot of respect for people who are really good poetry writers and really understand the nuances and workings of language, as well as the ability to distill complex situations into specific phrases and words. I'm too verbose to write poetry. Or at least, good poetry. I'm sure I could write lots of bad poetry but who wants to read that? Especially not me, even if it was my own.
Yesterday's emotional anxieties got worse before they got better, but they did get better. The stranger part of the ordeal is that on Tuesday night I had an extremely vivid and realisitic dream involving yelling and arguing and being extremely confrontational (to the point of a near physical encounter involving my poking/jabbing her with me finger in a bad attempt to make a point). I woke up fairly disturbed about the incidents in my dream, and I thought my subconcsious was just working out some strong emotions in a safer non-consequential context. Later I wondered if I'm just psychic. I mean, nothing happened in real-life that happened in the dream, but there was an obvious overlap in tone.
Today Sophie is being left alone for a long period of time. I'm concerned she will not only soil herself, but might also destroy property. I'd be more upset with the latter -- it's harder to work on correcting that behavior. Hopefully she'll find enough entertainment with her big gay rainbow plush jack I got for her at Petco last night, under Riley's recommendation. So far she's loving it. I also left the TV on for company -- tuned to Animal Planet, of course. Maybe she can learn a thing or two.
I can't believe
wearemany is arriving tomorrow! Should we plan to meet on the Adams/Wabash platform? You can take the orange line up from Midway, then we can transfer there to the Brown line? Give me a ring tonight or tomorrow and we can talk in specifics.
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Date: 2002-06-06 11:03 am (UTC)I wrote a short essay about why I like girls in skirts. A lot of my old stuff (like the waffle iron bit) is so emotionally charged as to be hurtful, or else slobberingly worshipful, or else it's about people who might be there, so I decided on something new.