Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sardines

I eat the spine. And why the hell not? It's a Sunday afternoon and I am having a snack.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Asa nisi masa

What I should be doing vs. what I am doing.

Writing a case study on a non-profit organization based out of Brooklyn New York that assists people displaced by gentrification, imprisonment, grew up in foster-care etc. I need to be writing a practical paper, proving that I know what membership can do.

I am watching Fellini's 8 1/2 it's my go-to procrastination film. I want to drink mineral water, I have heartburn. I don't have sinus pressure today but I predict that I will tomorrow.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A slice of my insides




So I thought today I would take a break from my usual cryptic bull and be straight forward with something that really makes me happy.

I take a can of these mothers and they usually last about a week. I would say that I purchase one can every two months or so. You dont want to over do it, you know, then it's not so special.

I will walk to the fridge and using a fork extract a pepper and then place it on a corn tortilla, top it with cottage cheese and salt, roll the taquito and nom nom nom.

It's like a happy tequila shot, but more invigorating and it lasts longer.

thanks for taking the time to read.



Wednesday, July 27, 2011

frown

You might have noticed that some people with chronic sinus pressure tend to scowl a lot.

The pain tends to be localized around the eyes; it's not about you. I'm not frowning at you or your shenanigans, as the young kids say.

I think I'd like to be thought of as a mordacious babe.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

bleach and heat

My hands smell like bleach and pine-sol. I have finished folding my boy's clothes and am sneaking into his room, late at night, after he has fallen asleep. My mother did this too, I remember the inconvenience of having my sleep interrupted, the harsh smell of the chemicals and the warm comfort in knowing that her care for me was tireless. Did she talk to herself like I do? Constant, an engine asking the same mundane questions "does this shirt still fit my child? what will I do after daycare tomorrow? Does he get enough vegetables?". I violently mop the floors, I see the stains and scrub with a determined anger, I don't know why I am upset, I am probably not; just unused energy.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Mucus

I'm sure that in every person's life there comes a time that they have to decide whether or not if they are going to snort up their snot or blow their nose.

How far are those boogers?

High? Low?

Who will hear? Then what? Swallow? Spit?

I know this is all gross.

I'll tell you one fu*king thing, I am not going to tag this post #firstworldproblems - that is so annoying.

Not as annoying as snorting snot though, though I will if need be.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Here

so I says to the doctor I says "I have never had seasonal allergies" and the doc says "where did you grow up?" and I tell him, "Arizona" ... "well, there is your answer, there aren't any seasons there". Well hell. I miss the desert, I miss having a tan, a glow. I miss family. But spring is here, and I swear to god my son asked me to stop and smell the flowers today, no, not roses, this is Brooklyn, there are flowers here. I stopped.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Fungus

Say what you will about stress or dry air or the slow but quick process of learning from mistakes but I don't get sinus pressure too much these days. These days. What is that old song? Anyways.

I know better and I have been feeling better, but when the sinus pressure strikes I run for the bath and the strong family.

I used to hate mushrooms and clams. As I age I can appreciate those that do too; it is good. The things that grow in the dark, dank and rotten areas of the world can be good.