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manic

We felt we needed to get the oil changed before our trip and went to Jiffy Lube yesterday when Erik came home from work. That place is my idea of hell. Their cheerful little scripts pain me. I get a very bad attitude. I hate the way they pretend to be mechanics. They give you […]

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lychee

Also last night we had lychee fruits for the first time. Their shells are red and have shallow spikes. The fruit inside is a clear white, slimy, like the inside of a grape, but also there’s something rubbery about it, like a rice noodle. I thought the taste was good, but there was a musty […]

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strange

Last night the drill officially died. Erik had taken it apart so many times. Something deep inside it was wrong. A loose connection he couldn’t reach. Why does this sound so profoundly metaphorical? I am only talking about the drill!!!! So we went to OSH and bought a new one–how does that fit into my […]

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what’s going on with zines

Today we went to Staples where I copied 120 of issue 36. A few weeks ago I submitted issue 36 to a big, respected distro called Microcosm in Portland, and yesterday they told me they would like up to 200. I decided about 90 would be good, and we can drop them off next weekend […]

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poetry isn’t prose #14

Poetry is concise, compact thought. It usually has line breaks—the line is the main unit of thought. Poetry is like prose boiled down and condensed. It’s more likely to address the reader. Poetry is usually more with a punch. Poetry has more to do with sound. Poetry is effective in both content and form. Poetry […]

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a walk

Last night we went to vespers. We were a tiny bit late–oops! My voice got raspy from singing. Afterwards, Erik said, “We should go for a walk here sometime.” Vedanta has a big, gorgeous garden. We have spent a good deal of time there, and it’s one of the reasons we moved to Sacramento. I […]

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the Moroccan dinner

It was Friday night. Erik picked me up from work, and I was longing for something Middle Eastern. We thought Moroccan was close enough. We felt we were entering another world. The lights were dim, and other-cultural music was playing. The tables were all coffee table height. The waiter was in an elaborate cultural costume. […]

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watermelon preserves

Something we saw yestreday at the dollar store was watermelon preserves. The ingredients list was watermelon, sugar, and pectin. It was yellow. I had never seen such a thing. The label somehow communicated to me that it’s mediterranian. We didn’t buy any, but we did get some blackthorne jam, by the same company, and there’s […]

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Epectitus #13

When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing? –Epectitus

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the years

I sent all of issue 37. I’m so glad it was 63 cents as opposed to 87. And also surprised. Listening to the history of Byzantium as Erik watches his course. Who knew Justinian was so important! And how his wife was super-smart. Who knew Africa would be easier to conquer than to rule! Ghoulish […]