On looking at someone else’s blog for the first time

This is a link to another blog post I found while looking for the publication date of a Jamaica Kincaid essay:

http://reallyrelyay.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-seeing-england-for-first-time.html

 

 

Post-Halloween Pup-Spotting

The photo is inexplicably dark, but it is clear that I saw a pup today.

Hogs!

I found the charger for my camera at last – it was in my luggage!  Now when I spot those hogs I can go so far as to document the sightings.  Unfortunately, there are no hogs around this morning – not live ones, anyway, only those that were raised, slaughtered and dismembered so that my neighbors could have hangover food – so for now I have only a blurry photo of the Bookmark Cafe, at the library, to prove that my camera has a fully charged battery inside it.

Pray for me

Five minutes ago, when I arrived at Uprise Bakery, I saw that two women at a table by the front door were leaning into the table, their hands folded, praying.  As I sat down next to them I restrained myself from telling them, Ladies, your prayers are answered – I’m here.

Illinois Pee-Wee Spottin’

The rain has gone from Missouri, for a few hours at least, to be succeeded by cold air and the color grey.

This weekend I went with SW and some friends to Carbondale, Illinois, so that we could read to the students there some things we’d written.  I didn’t get photos, as I still can’t find my camera battery recharger, but out the window of the Thai restaurant, Stefanie saw a man dressed up like Pee-Wee Herman dance by.  One of the locals ran out to catch him, but he wasn’t fast enough for Pee-Wee.

DAMP

Why is it always raining, now, in Missouri?  Why always on Thursdays? Why must I always be damp, here in Missouri?

This is a picture that illustrates dampness.  I can’t find the charger for my camera’s battery, so I’ve had to use a lot of pictures from the Internet for this blog.  There is nothing in the world sadder than that.

I’m going to change the title of my blog again, because I’m still not satisfied.

New Title?

I thought I’d give everyone a heads-up:  the title of this blog might be changing.  I just wanted to get the word out early and see how it goes over, because I know a lot of people have grown attached to the current title.  If there’s one thing I’m willing to do it’s generate buzz, so tell your friends the name of this blog might be changing, and please mention that I’ve just gotten my second issue in my current subscription to Harper’s Magazine.  This is important.

Call for Boox

Last night’s dream consisted of me flying, turning to a bat, and piloting a tank.  What the hell is next?

Does anyone out there have a non-autobiographical nonfiction manuscript they’re trying to publish?  If so, notify me please.

The dream I had last night

In the dream I had last night, I was at a department store, very swiftly growing very sick.  I went into a bathroom and started vomiting into a trashcan – neglecting, for reasons I can’t recall, to use the toilet.  I don’t remember what, in the dream, I was shopping for.

And I forgot to mention yesterday that as a result of the previous night’s dream, I woke up thinking a shotgun was an incredibly useful thing to own, and that I should buy one as soon as I could, just in case the unpredictable happened.  It’s like my dream was a shotgun commercial, but really, I don’t want to shoot anything, including people, least of all with a shotgun.

Shotguns

Last night I had a dream that I went to a family reunion, where half the family turned into zombies, so the remaining relatives and I ran through an elaborate house in search of some kind of weapon, until finally someone remembered the shotgun she had hidden in a closet.  So I loaded the shotgun and while the others held the zombies down, driving metal stakes into the backs of their throats,  I shot each one in the face.