Saturday, April 19, 2008
April 19
Friday, April 18, 2008
April 18
Snowdoll Has Issues
This is a video of Snowdoll barking at me. She is on my comforter. Now, when she first joined our family there would be times when I would walk into my bedroom and discover my comforter on the floor. I blamed Rob, my carelessness, and gravity. At first. I also guessed the perhaps Snowdoll was jumping up and off the bed and causing the comforter to fall to the floor. Later I learned the truth that Snowdoll has issues with comforter and will happily spin herself into a dervish frenzy as she attacks the offensive thing.
So now the mystery of why my comforter keeps landing on the floor has been resolved. Now if only we could figure out how to fully protect her virtue, our lives would be much more peaceful.
Aries Horoscope for week of April 17, 2008
A reader from Fiji is encouraging me to pay a visit. "Fiji is heaven on earth," she says. "You'll be ecstatic here." While I have no doubt that's true, it's hard for me to imagine being any more ecstatic than I am when I travel to Hawaii. It, too, has resemblances to paradise. And the plane flight there takes five hours less and is $600 cheaper than the jaunt to Fiji. Do I really need a more heavenly heaven on earth than, say, Waimoku Falls Trail in Maui? I expect you're facing a metaphorically similar situation, Aries. The question you may want to ask yourself is this: Should you pine and aim for a state beyond perfection, or will mere perfection serve you just as well?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
April 17
The EndWhen I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three, I was hardly Me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
April 16
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
April 15 (with a book review)

It is a challenge to cull one piece from an anthology because there are so many different poems with so many themes that trying to choose one as representative of the whole is like saying, “This is what I look like” and showing you my finger and nothing else. Still, I wanted to share something and so I chose this piece, and angry and political poem. As you read, notice King’s choice of punctuation and capitalization, or lack thereof.
Bring Them Back
Lisa King
i want to wash myself clean in the blood of saints
the unknown martyrs
the innocent young
i want to swim in their blood and piss
to show them that i am not afraid
of the bodily fluids
that have become the poison of my generation
i would roll in the semen of a thousand dead brothers
i will tongue kiss a million prostitutes
drawing the last drop of saliva from behind rotting teeth
i will suck blood out of the syringes of every dusty junkie
i would stitch my skin onto all the quilts
that stretch from here to washington d.c.
just to hear sylvester sing again
to see a new mapplethorpe photo
to watch arthur ashe march in the streets
with haitian refugees
to know steven lawrence’s laugh
as we lift a six-pack from a party
to bring back rock Hudson
so he can piss on Ronald reagan
and make that motherfucker remember
that he is personally responsible
for the deaths of tens of thousands
to bring back Liberace
so he can shove a crystal candelabrum up george bush’s ass
until that bastard screams
i’m racist and homophobic
and that’s why I did nothing about AIDS
i would do all this and more
just to slam the door on this insidious disease
so i can stop
watching my friends die
so bigots disguised a religious leaders will stop
claiming to know the truth about AIDS
the truth about AIDS is
if jesus were here today his blood would be tainted
and you would call him
unclean
jerry falwell
you would call him
enemy
pat robertson
you would both try to raise money
to buy the nails
Monday, April 14, 2008
April 14
When I was going through my separation and then divorce, I had a tremendous crisis of faith--in myself, in my understanding of how things work, in everything. I shared this poem with someone I considered a mentor and she wrote to me: "Keep walking and shining." I was not getting a lot of encouragement at the time and her words were tremendously important to me. So thank you, Dr. Dorothy Graham, for saying the right thing at a time when everyone else was either telling me to stop or not saying anything at all.Divorce SongI thought you were good. I thought you were like silver; You are lead. You see me high up on the mountain. I walk through the sun; I am sunlight myself.