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November 14th, 2009
10:25 am
Should we build a little coop for our two little fall-hatched house-raised chickens and let them huddle together for the winter?
Should we introduce our two little chickens into the big coop with our three adult chickens and risk their getting pecked to death?
This is a topic on which I hope to be able to speak with conviction and at length before the end of the day. Action might also be a good idea.
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November 12th, 2009
04:26 pm
Inflatable planetarium in the school commons today. We crawl in through the bent tunnel on hands and knees, making hotboxing jokes, making birth canal jokes, hoping nobody outside will leap on our moving lumps. We lie down on the tile floor and watch a woman my age whirl the universe.
"Earth is a comfortable place for us," she says, contrasting it to Mars and Venus.
"Not for us," I think.
"Not for me," says one of our four middle-schoolers. The dome mikes his weak voice. "Is it okay if I move to Mars and freeze?"
We crawl out, unimaginably tiny, assured of our identity as stardust and empty space.
I get paid for this. Not much.
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October 2nd, 2009
08:49 am
This place gets me humming with concealed utopian fervor.
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August 3rd, 2009
10:47 pm
There's a house for rent right now, right around the corner from Salut. Nobody I know has made a bid yet. Who wants it?
Suzy and I have speculative eyes on the house at the weirdly-taped upper window of which you tend to stare when you're sitting on Salut porch drinking, which house is currently under renovation and will be coming up for rent soon. Who wants in?
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June 4th, 2009
08:28 am
Martin Chase is coming back to Portland this weekend after being away for
-- who would believe it --
a year and a day.
Upon his departure the sturdy pink bike I once gave him began courting me with gentle but persistent encouragement, whispering to me that I owned it again. After maybe nine months I noticed it seeming to be mine-enough-to-give-away. I gave it away.
Who's got another bike for Martin? Tall, please. He's tall. Tough, please. He's rattly.
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May 18th, 2009
08:24 am
I walk in on a conversation between Schwern and ... oh, and the Narnians, represented by a selection of the old characters scattered among a lot of soft-skinned young women I don't recognize. The NPCs all look a little like Antonia but none of them are. We stand together facing the center of a chainlink-fenced quad of sun-baked dirt.
( It's just a dreamlog but it might remind me how to write things down. )
We're not going to know.
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April 17th, 2009
01:35 pm - are they floodplains? just where are we?
at handstand-time today the parks and playgrounds of inner se portland crackle like clambeds with noises whose real origin I've never known. using ideath's mythology I think of them as the sounds of worms
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April 9th, 2009
11:35 am - okay, okay, okay.
Oh, no, oh no, I cannot commit to a whole day spent at home, not ahead of time I can't, not yet, not if I have to be all cute and seasonal at the same time. There'll be a take-my-stuff party, but it'll probably happen on a day when I wake up in the morning going NOW, NOW, NOW IS WHEN I CAN'T LEAVE ANYMORE UNTIL IT'S DONE. And then I won't leave anymore, not until it's done. Only, maybe, I'll take little trips around to drop stuff on your porch. It'll be a party, believe you me.
Easter/Passover weekend isn't going to have that day in it. But you can still come by late afternoon or evening on Sunday, if you want to beat the rush.
503-734-5202. I manage to get it charged about every other day.
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10:29 am - Dear Ariel's partiers,
Never you mind. I have it all figured out. Thank you, semi-ex-housemate Lacy Lee!
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I've just offered rides home from Salut to two people and their two violas de gamba, all of whom or which live in Medium Southeast.
I don't have a car, of course, or a plan.
Anyone think they might want to give those rides tonight? Or lend me a car to drive them home and come back?
There's still some firewood at my house, too, and two of us who'd like to cross South-to-NE by 6:15, and the northward journey of viol number 1.
Some people rent cars for days like this! Hmmmmm.
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April 5th, 2009
09:31 pm - free garage sale FREE FREE FREE
Dear world, if you love me: come take my stuff. Call first! Write first! Or show up next Sunday, April 12th; I'll stay around the house all day with my worldly goods arrayed around me. You can pick and choose.
7145 N Delaware.
If you want the backyard trampoline, bring a car.
I'll list some other stuff later. It's mostly useless sentiment.
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08:04 pm - I'm thinking it might just be spring.
Who has been sleeping enough?
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March 25th, 2009
09:43 pm - timesucks
Anyone thing-competent want to help build a two-story puppet stage with geared automata* in exchange for grateful attention from cute gay boys? And also from me? And also we will get you so drunk?
I'm looking at you, sweetbenny.
We have a couple of months yet.
*flapping angel wings, a wheel of days, full stage backdrop convertible into wheel of stars
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March 20th, 2009
09:51 am
who-all's moving soon?
I am losing track.
--edited three replies later to add--
add a little star, please, if you think you-or-they might under any circumstances of money and timing and room arrangement consider moving into my rented north portland house with me, my friend kristi, her friend dave, a drum kit, a lot of stringed and keyed instruments, maybe some tattooed chef who's never here, an empty fishtank, a vegetable garden, cleanliness, prettiness, the skins of ungulates all over the chairs but unless you bring them, no cats.
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March 14th, 2009
March 9th, 2009
08:58 am - snow snow snow snow
this is not the world I know
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February 22nd, 2009
09:47 pm
things are not always this easy for jes5199.
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February 21st, 2009
12:19 am
I do not know whether you are aware of, or suspect, or are entirely ignorant of, a certain fact. Do not suppose for a moment that the letters you write from Rome remain long in the possession of those to whom they are addressed. On the contrary, everyone rushes to make a copy of them with as much earnestness, and circulates them around the pontiff's court with as much zeal, as if they were sent not by a man of our own race but by an inhabitant of another world or of the antipodes. All press round to interpret your epistles; and never was an oracle of the Delphic Apollo turned and twisted into so many different meanings. I therefore praise the caution that you have displayed up to now. Until now you have exerted great care in moderating your tone and have succeeded beyond reproach. I urge you and beg you to exert greater and greater care in the future...
I have witnessed several persons struck with amazement as they read, when they saw your self-assurance struggling with your modesty so as to leave only a doubtful victory; astonished when they saw that neither debasing fear nor swelling pride found admittance to that contest. I have seen others perplexed as to whether they should more deeply admire your deeds or your words...
Persevere, therefore, as you have begun. Always write as if everyone were to read, and not merely read, but as if they were about to set out from every shore and bear your message to every land. You have laid the strongest of foundations: truth, peace, justice and liberty. Build on these. Whatever structure you erect will remain firm; and whoever hurls himself against it will be dashed to pieces. He who wars against truth will declare himself a liar; against peace, a restless spirit; against justice, a dishonest man; and if against liberty, an arrogant and shameless wretch.
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February 19th, 2009
03:32 pm - new phone is empty
dear world!
you're all online right now anyway, right?
I don't have your phone number anymore.
please send it to me at jmdolan gmail with your name in the text, so I won't have to do this again.
I'm sure there are more technically advanced fixes, too. please feel free to tell me what they are, and then to implement them for me.
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February 18th, 2009
09:24 am
dear world,
my ugly old cell phone has broken in half.
can I have yours?
love, jenn
p.s. I have a sim card and a t-mobile plan.
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February 16th, 2009
12:35 pm - homework
Read up on:
the black death
acrobatic performance practices
women as performers -- history of crossdress?
readings of the Book of Job
in England in 1376. Stop thinking it's 1337.
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