ENTRY # 64 Was I.M.ing (is that a verb?) with Jared Campbell a few days ago, and asked him if he would be able to fraternize with a bunch of old women Friday night if they stopped by the club. (He works security there). Jared, “And what does that have to do with you?” Smooove. Me, “You’ve been reading those alpha male lessons, havent you?” Him, “Is this where I …
ENTRY # 63 Liz was talking about how alpha males use their sexuality in their arsenal of power. True. Girlism – as defined by Halley Suitt has its own power as well. Working at the D.O.D. in the 80s, to be taken seriously, I swore like the guys. I wore big padded shoulders and baggy clothes that denied my sex. The prevailing notion was that women had been objectified far …
ENTRY # 62 You’d think self perception would be a stable sort of state first thing in the morning. If you’d slept well, had enough water the night before – you’re lubed and rested. Shouldn’t you be a tabla rasa before you’ve opened your eyes for the first time? Like your personal reset button had been pushed…maybe a reboot? Its not. There’s “Damn I Look Good Day“. “I Feel Awful …
ENTRY # 61 A beautiful day. The boys angelic – because theyre still asleep. (All sleeping children are angels). Leisurely dress, and everything I wear, like magic, looks good. The planets have aligned and my hair is disheveled in a perfect just-mussed-enough fashion. And I have the body of the self-righteous gym maniac…or at least, gotten back to the point where Im seeing a difference. So its, “Damn I look …
ENTRY # 59 Boys. Hrmph. She carefully spreads the broken eggshells in a pattern around the base of the tree. She does the same with the humus, but with limited aesthetic effect. “Whats that for?” “Im taking care of her.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. She’s my old lady.” “Right.”
ENTRY # 60 The boys take after their mom and dad. Standing in the stairway, I’m having Connor do a repeat performance of his chimney moves. Jim comes by, “Connor. Stop!” Connor gets down. Jim, “Roll up your pants, theyre getting in your way.” Game on. Apparently its a burgeoning sport. Did you play lava? or carpet shark?
ENTRY # 58 One of those recursive discussions. In <style Me, the introvert – socially ept being in training – broadcasts thoughts free from constraints of necessary introductions, the getting know you, and tests as to whether or not the click clicked. Free from call and response in an asynchronous monolog or dialog ballyhoo (halloooo….echo echo echo…) But we end up here- distilled, somewhat filtered by wordsmithery, but unmasked. Nude …
ENTRY # 57 How does one measure time? til the end of summer. in jobs, projects and deadlines. in quarters, terms, semesters. … And time repeats. in how a body sways. … And time slows beautifully. in baby teeth, motor skills (pincer grip graduates to hold a cup). Bites give way to kisses. as Aidan reads cereal boxes aloud. (Mom! We can get a free toy and this is good …
ENTRY # 56 Two inexplicable things that taste great as one! Matthew Baldwins Schroedinger’s Iraq.
ENTRY # 55 It seems, shortly after human beings figured out the here and now was not always the greatest place to be, they devised ways to make believe they were elsewhere. Before the holodeck, before DVD, before movies (but after books) there was the stereopticon. The stereopticon was one of the first stabs at a virtual 3D world. A simple device really. It works with the basic understanding that …
