The 3 pm Slump September 25, 2007

http://content.monster.ca/8241_en-CA_p1.asp
 Right, cause if i stuck my arms up in the air and started flapping my hands….that wouldn’t seem at all out of place.
 There’s a surprising lack of literature on this topic. I read somewhere a long time ago that your body just needs this rest in the middle of the day, so no matter what [...]

What I Smelled This Morning September 22, 2007

I woke up suddenly today, at two in the morning, and I could smell winter. Rain was pouring outside, and my roof was decked with a second layer of sound. When I woke up again later this morning and poured myself a glass of orange juice, the smell of winter had turned into a sequence [...]

photography September 21, 2007

                        
I dreamt last night that I traveled to Bangladesh on a jumbo jet as the sole passenger and that Behnam was flying it. We arrived safely, landed in jungle, knocked over a tree, and then he said he’d meet me at the jet later because that’s where we were staying. So I wandered through [...]

Where I wear September 20, 2007

I was slightly hunched over my desk earlier this morning, buttering my sourdough roll with cold butter, when I realized I’d seen this scene before only a year or so ago. I used to do it all the time, in fact: lean on the stainless steel counter, elbows on top of no give, plastic knife in one [...]

art…human bodies September 19, 2007

human bodies and actions are art. i don’t mean that sentimentally. if art is a product of discovered truths in tangible form, and if the artist is the guider of these truths into the tangible, then i am the artist and humans are my canvas. i discover truths about myself by observing others, by identifying [...]

babushka’s passing September 19, 2007

we must have walked around six or seven neighborhoods before my mom finally found the apartment she liked. it was in a quiet neighborhood on the third floor of a five story building with lots of hallways and a pool in middle of the first floor courtyard. the neighborhood looked muted, like there was nobody [...]

chicken pox September 19, 2007

“we’re moving,”my grandmother’s face fell into a frown. “where now?” my mom had only recently bought the apartment we were living in now, but the point was that she bought it, and that to my grandmother meant some permanence. she had lost track of her son a long time ago, as he was as taken [...]

where it starts September 19, 2007

whenever i think i want to chronicle my relationship with my mom into a story, one particular scene always come up. we’re trudging through a flat stretch of khabarovsk, three inches of snow underfoot, i’m examining the prints my red galoshes leave in the snow each time i take a fresh step. the ground is [...]

marble September 19, 2007

Marble is a sign of importance. If you can afford marble, you may have martinis with Success and chortle over Failure. The Law Offices of B & W have marble. The receptionist’s desk and countertop is 100% marble. The elevator lobby that stands beyond it is made of marble. And the tile surrounding the sparse [...]

and again September 19, 2007

much to my own disappointment (in myself), i’ve stopped journaling. this seems to be a recurring epiphany – “oh, i haven’t written in a while, i should write.” so with each such epiphany, i make a new blog, because i feel as though the change will spur some kind of -ness in me (newness, freshness, ingenuity-ness) that will [...]