something about this just makes me feel old.
the temperature dropped rapidly in the evening hours of that fine yesterday, creating a billowing, rolling fog off the water. i brought laura down to the park on the cove for the air and the view-- the power plant was so obscured it was as though nothing was there. the park akin to being inside a low-level cloud, and in the distance on the water the sound of either a lost boat or traffic across the cove. we could only imagine what it must have been like at the willows, or forest river. here be pictures:
the fog rolling. over the seawall in white puffs, through the chain-link fences like the breath of meteorology.
later, as the capstone to movie night, down to the water to investigate the fireworks we seem to hear almost nightly, regardless of season. we live here and get locked into the routine of hearing, of wondering, and of not bothering to look much into it. visitors change that. thence to the sand, where the fog had lifted and the tide gone out, leaving stagnant pools and the muddy, impassable expanse to beverly. it turns out, at least last night, the fireworks are the work of one man, a sketchy guy who sulked away sketchily upon our approach. he left a paper bag and a neat row of boxes. next time, rosie said, we should go down and catch him before he's fired off all of his ordinance. cheer him on. we could hear you from the street, we'll say. why do you do this?
the fog rolling. over the seawall in white puffs, through the chain-link fences like the breath of meteorology.
later, as the capstone to movie night, down to the water to investigate the fireworks we seem to hear almost nightly, regardless of season. we live here and get locked into the routine of hearing, of wondering, and of not bothering to look much into it. visitors change that. thence to the sand, where the fog had lifted and the tide gone out, leaving stagnant pools and the muddy, impassable expanse to beverly. it turns out, at least last night, the fireworks are the work of one man, a sketchy guy who sulked away sketchily upon our approach. he left a paper bag and a neat row of boxes. next time, rosie said, we should go down and catch him before he's fired off all of his ordinance. cheer him on. we could hear you from the street, we'll say. why do you do this?
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this: unedited, uninhibited, and uninteresting thoughts, nebulous stream-of-consciousness ramblings of memory, inside jokes, obscure references, emotional paroxysms, and slices of life. sometimes there are pictures.
what people are saying about me
'...something entirely different from anybody i've ever known.'
- krystin
'...a nice boy.'
- laura
'...a maoist!'
- greg
'...elevate[s] emotional self-destructiveness to an art form.'
- greg
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'...a damn good conversationalist.'
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'...blue-raspberry [pie]! or or maybe cranberry raisin.'
- becky
'i feel like a wide eyed kid in the socialist candy store...and [he's] the clerk.'
- christine
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'...not british.'
- catherine
'...would have made a good medieval monk. one of the non-crooked ones.'
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ATOM 0.3
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-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
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