Monday, August 25, 2014

nipple bite

I was in a lake and doing a handstand in water about five feet deep. I was trying to hold the pose and my breath as long as I could. Suddenly my concentration was pierced when I felt a sharp pain in my right nipple. It felt like someone had thrown a sharp rock at me, but since I was under water that didn't really make sense. I realized something must've bitten my nipple and bit it pretty hard. I felt violated, absurdly, and was a little skittish to get in the water for the rest of the day. I had to laugh at myself.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Hard to know what blog to put this one in. Dada blog? Facebook? No, we'll put it in the written memoir.

One of the best days of my life. yoga in the morning with Genevieve, then just me and the girls. And we had dance parties and made lots of art. We had a four coarse meal for lunch, so much good food, even went bachelor gourmet for myself, vegan BLT for lunch, Mac & cheese with tuna for dinner. Got an amazing haul of booty from the library, new Murakami, Jim Henson, Sarah Silverman, China Mielville. And later Quinn in the park, Jaime from Liverpool in the park,  sudden downpour in the park, a summer rain, glorious, guitar and song at home and then ending the night with Monsters University and cakes in space, fantasies come true inside a fantasy come true.

"Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the  mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. Whitebreast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide." James Joyce, Ulysses