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Blowing Through The Windy City

Those of you who can’t go more than a day without checking Fluid Imagination — which is to say, about a dozen of you — may have noticed things are a little slow this week. That’s because Dawn and I are in Chicago, doing the whirlwind tour of visiting friends and family.
I’m spending today, tomorrow, [...]

Of Peacocks, Yurts, and Boats

The female Indian Blue Peafowl is referred to as a Peahen; the male, a Peacock. They are between 35 and 50 inches tall and can weigh up to 13 pounds. The male’s tail feathers or “train” can be as long as five feet and sport a variety of colors including blue, green, red and gold. [...]

You smell like pie and child labor laws….but only when I stand up wind of you.

From The Gynie Show’s You smell like pie and child labor laws….but only when I stand up wind of you: “I fucking met Peter Krause today. And by met I mean scanned his items, asked for his money, chatted for a while about the weather and his vacation, and then bagged his shit perfectly. He [...]

I was never going to

I have proclaimed a number of bold statements in my life.
I will always hate felines.
I will never fall in love.
I will never get married.
The “I DO” terminology had never even slipped into my frolicking-fantasy-daydream-of-love landscape. I was the girl with an agenda. An agenda that included proving my domination in this world without the help [...]

Our New Apartment

As I mentioned last week, we’ve moved into our new apartment, and since I know you all hate the thought of me being in a new apartment without you having any conception of what that apartment may look like, I’ve gone and done you the favor of taking some pics of the new place.
So who’s [...]

All Moved In

Well, we’re in the new place. Boxes are everywhere. Dawn’s going to town in the kitchen. And my home office is all set-up (minus the DSL because, predictably, Verizon pushed the set-up date back a full week). It was a frickin’ hot and sticky moving day yesterday, but today’s only sticky, which is not TOO [...]

That You Become II

Back in February of last year, I wrote a post entitled, “That you become,” which asked all you Fluid Imagination readers “How much better do you need things to get?,” and also, “What kinds of things do you need to get better?” We came up with the following:

We want more money
We want more material goods
We [...]

And we’re married!

April 20th, 2007
7:30 in the evening
Vermont sunset
Under the tree where we met.
Jesus, don’t cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don’t cry
You [...]

Hysteria-And-Death-Induced Ramblings

As you know I missed last month’s deadline, so some of this shit is dated.
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30. Thirty. Twenty-ten. No matter how it’s written, it still looks old.
I don’t feel old — well that’s a lie — but I don’t feel any older than I did a couple weeks ago. The main problem with thirty is [...]

The Story of My Scar

When I was in the fourth grade, I went to basketball camp. It was in New Hampshire. Henniker, NH, if I remember correctly. It was about — what? — an hour or so away from where I lived. No matter, it was, at ten years of age, the longest time I think I was ever [...]

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