I have just stumbled onto a highly amusing situation, which is that I have a blind date in about an hour and a half, only I already figured out that the gentleman is actually someone I know from my sign language class, but he doesn’t know yet that he knows me. This should be entertaining. [...]
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for June, 2007
Tonight’s ASL word of the day: the sign for ‘believe’ means literally ‘idea-wed’ or ‘idea-spouse.’
Thank you Wikipedia, for pointing out that today is indeed a perfect day.
I’ve been thinking about names, and why humans name things. I was talking with my mother the other day and she said it was in order to know them, but I think it’s actually the opposite. If you give a thing a name, you don’t have to think about what it really is. A name [...]
So. Now that I have internet access on a non-company controlled computer, I guess there’s a whole lot of you tube and craigslist to catch up on.
My procrastination has finally paid off. The observant amoung my readership will notice that it is currently 9:28 PM (Pacific Daylight Savings Time) and yet I am blogging, when previously I have only had internet access during the hours of 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM. Portland’s free wireless network has finally reached my apartment.
I have been a rover I have walked alone Hiked a hundred highways Never found a home Still in all I’m happy The reason is, you see Once in a while along the way Love’s been good to me
I heart Australia. (Not that I’m actually against speeding. I’ve only recently discovered that with a good driver, going fast is really fun. The problem, of course, is finding a good driver.)
More matter for a May morning: Across the street from the bus stop this morning a motorcycle cop pulled over a Sysco semi. He had to climb up the side of the truck to give the driver a ticket.
Picturing this summer symphony I felt deliriously chocolate. Bitter sleep place, could blood drive their music? I never drunk that knife, I understand these dreams. Delicate purple goddess, dress me in storms & rip out my wanting. From love to blue rust, your bare feet tell me to rain. Your moon is a road for [...]