Monthly Archives: June 2002
Jesus H. Jump Up in a Peach Tree Christ *
The links page is finally up. *Actual quote from my father.
Musee des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, … Continue reading
We were at the park this afternoon
just swinging around and having a mellow eleven-and-a-half-month-old time, when about fifty ten-year-olds on some sort of day camp trip invaded our scene and started playing tag. Fifty people playing tag! Pandemonium! The Nut sat on my lap and clung … Continue reading
What’s the difference between a violin and a viola?*
Don’t you just love viola jokes? I know I do! [via mimi smartypants] * A viola burns longer.
Dragons are just a part of growing up
My old school has Giant Relay Day at the end of every year. Classes are over the day before, so it’s sort of an optional day with activities and a picnic and a band, and at the end of it … Continue reading
My father’s a real pack-rat.
When I asked him if he wanted help moving some of his old stuff into the garbage, he looked kind of helpless and told me how he’s heard that some people whose houses burn down feel relieved that they’re freed … Continue reading
Reunion Round-up
My high school buds, twenty years after the fact! S Then: Pleasant, stoned expression Now: Still looks baked A Then: Hated C because she stole P away Now: Didn’t invite C to the reunion; still in love with P P … Continue reading
Party Talk
Jack to my brother Tim as Tim was refilling his Super Soaker water gun and eight-year-olds screamed and ran from him during my nephew’s birthday party last Saturday: “When you throw a party, it stays thrown.”
We’re back.
Apartment full of funny smells. Just threw out three loaves of green bread.




