Sunday, February 10th, 2008
Today’s Words:
conversion
skin
famulus
seek
opposite
schlep
weary
I live near a big boulevard, Glisan. Glisan cuts a long swath — hundreds of blocks across Portland, East-West, but the swath is only wide–4 lines wide–for about 20 blocks. I live within one of those twenty blocks. For those 20 blocks, Glisan is inhospitable to pedestrians. And yet, because there’s a bar, […]
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Sunday, February 10th, 2008
Today’s Words:
conversion
skin
famulus
seek
opposite
schlep
weary
When we die, we must spend a good amount of time just recuperating. Sitting around in the etheric plane, feeling at one with everything, just weary from the years of trying to be an earthling. All the seeking and the schlepping and converting and getting together and breaking apart, living in bags of skin, […]
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Friday, February 8th, 2008
Today’s Words:
midriff
pit
cecum
cheat
gulag
amphigory
cameo
Thank you Emma for putting the daily words off to the right. I’m finally whipping up word furrows directly in wordpress, and from the comfort of the chair in my room, with laptop atop lap.
I ended up with a few family heirlooms from my grandma Dickinson. A pair of opera glasses, brass, with mother-of-pearl […]
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Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
Today’s Words:
vein
carrion
gorgonzola
spark
passable
catamount
otter
I would never eat carrion with cheese.
Gorgonzola? Blue? No, please!
If I were to partake
My stomach might break.
(I admit I can be hard to please.)
A passable exception is otter,
Which might be alright with some cheddar;
But give me a catamount,
And your Visa account,
And I’ll make you a meal so much better.
The last thing to discuss are […]
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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
Today’s Words:
ore
strata
lazarette
ex-husband
windless
limerick
soup
If I were a rock, I could eat ore soup for breakfast. I would comment on my strata and show off my bulging metamorphic … oh drat, I don’t know enough geological lingo to finish that sentence with proper metaphorical jargon.
I’ll try a limerick.
There once was a girl from New York,
Who everyone thought was […]
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Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
Today’s Words:
Labrador retriever
misty
helium
dismiss
wind sock
rune
spank
I’ve never bonded to a dog. I’ve never gotten misty over a poodle or a Labrador retriever.
I’m listening to this song by Savage Garden that has a line:
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands.
Perhaps that is why people love dogs so fervently. They love you back, perfectly. Placing your happiness in a […]
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Thursday, January 31st, 2008
It was getting to be the time of year that the gnats came out in clouds and drove everyone inside. Where the gnats came from was a mystery, but since most things on this planet were a mystery, nobody much cared about this one. Except Marla. She wanted to know. She was tired of playing […]
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Thursday, January 31st, 2008
Today’s Words:
Boise
tusk
Spiderman
jovial
mishmash
tabernacle
hypotenuse
Nobody seems to like Boise or Spiderman as topics. Well, I don’t have a halcyon story about the beginning of my writing career, but I’ll relate some events of that era nonetheless before launching into my own story.
In first grade, I wrote a story about a little girl who hates her parents so much […]
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Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
Today’s Words:
Boise
tusk
Spiderman
jovial
mishmash
tabernacle
hypotenuse
So I was in 6th grade, and my teacher for the year was Miss Conaway. She was 29 or 30. Hot. Long brownish red hair. Dressed smart but not all dolled up. She was “real” as Juli & I would have called her. I was in love. Not since 2nd grade had I fallen […]
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Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
Today’s Words:
fierce
tussah
tempt
slumber
tabacosis
tableau
influence
I must confess that I have an unfair advantage in that I am quite familiar with the word tussah. Tussah is not just the moth, but is also the name for the silk produced by the moth. I know this because my mom sells tussah silk. And red dye made with bugs (cochineal bugs, […]
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