Inspiration comes in fits and starts and lately it’s been all fits — sputtering, screaming, whining, sobbing, wailing, grumbling, sighing, blinking, scowling, pounding fits — and I can’t help but try to imagine that this ongoing ennui is going to give birth to a bouncing baby something. I’m just not sure what. And that’s okay. If I’m sure of nothing else in my life, I can at least take comfort in knowing that this is…
Supposedly there was a redneck fight at Minglewood. I rubbernecked on my way home and didn’t see anything but lots of spinning blue and red lights. I sure love to imagine how it went down. [Project 365]
So awesome: (I see so many familiar faces!) Thanks, y’all! HT: Knots
Some days your daily pic is nothing new, nothing exciting. Just an old hand-made pot holder that used to be your great-grandmother’s that you hang in your kitchen because it’s beautiful. [Project 365]
I met a stranger in the park and made a friend. I didn’t think that happened in real life, but, well, there you go. Sometimes songs find me when I need them, and sometimes perfect strangers do too. Apparently. He told me that no matter what life throws your way, you’ve got to be “disgustingly optimistic.” He said it with a smile. We talked there on the bench by the river for probably an hour,…
Django secretly loves me (he would never admit it in mixed company) and Geisha still looks at me with the eyes of a crackhead. [Project 365]
“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.” — Willa Cather My existential fever broke today, I think, in no small part thanks to a couple of really decent pep talks from my oldest friend and a case of the giggles that spread through the design/art desk like the herp during Spring Break. My theory is that we were so overworked and understaffed tonight…
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