i’ve spent most of the night and morning obsessing about the frist two stories we have to workshop for class on thursday. these are stories written by two of my classmates, and not John Updike’s…
Date Archives 2003
turtle dreams
last night i had a dream that an adorable turtle named tommy fell through a hole in my ceiling and landed on my bed, a bed that was covered in sheets with turtles printed on…
lots of great things are
i was talking to CL (the friend and co-worker who’s taking this class with me) and i was waxing poetic about beautiful robert. CL totally thinks i should make a play for him, he’s like…
still worked up
i’ve been chatting with a friend/co-worker who is also in beautiful robert’s class with me: me: i wonder if she will show next week me: how much you wanna bet she bails? him: I was…
i was a flower of the mountain yes
for shalanis: yes, i did take that picture at the top of the page. it was a mess still life on my desk, that just happened to catch my eye. the pen and the sunglasses…
the chilling effect
for class tonight we had to read Michael Cunningham’s “Mister Brother” (which, incidentally, you too can read if you follow that link). at one point in the story Mister Brother says, “Out, faggot.” in discussing…