tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31020222011-07-28T19:30:08.360-04:00katekatenoreply@blogger.comBlogger3191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-43037282579005099582009-07-17T08:21:00.002-04:002009-07-17T08:22:03.629-04:00

"I used to be miserable and funnow I am happy and boring!" Esb- guggenheim ASAP

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what brings me closer to GodSeeing something for the first time.

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Ahhh. ... each day some bread must fail.loaves 2 and 3.Two.Proof proof proof the yeast before you add the flour.Three. The little flying saucer. It isn't quite right I am not sure where I went wrong. Though it did have plenty of time to go wrong. 18 hour of rising time, I made the famous NYT no knead bread, but it aint that robust. Fortunately I've seen flatter breads so it wasn't all bad.My

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It’s pretty obvious it’s been a long time since I’ve said anything here. In that time I watched imagination skip away with that youth and vigor and all those things old people reminisce and write about. Yep. Maybe it doesn’t leave with age but just needs to be actively pursued which I have neglected to do. Whatever the deal, in my mature mind, I have decided a new outlet that involves creativity

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The Ritchie installation went smoothly and around 4 yesterday we called it complete. Traveling and writing must go together on so many levels, but when there is little time to really define the experience it comes out in really short bursts. so here goes.Jorge, KePa, Baia where the key players, they dared communicate the first day in english, I chickened out until the second or third. Once I

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A unit apart.meter, mile, millisecondone unit away from me.

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Not long ago, about the time i moved into my neighborhood. I met a man who was decidedly very annoyed at the way I walked my dog. A newcomer, and used to walking my dog off leash, he was perturbed that I would do such a thing. Anyway he was bigger than me so when he started yelling at me and following me while yelling and stopping in front of my door to continue yelling. I got pretty intimidated,

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John McLane: All you gotta do is go pick up a kid in New Jersey, and drive him down to D.C. How hard can that be, huh? Plot.Simple. open.

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It was june, i think, when we went to adopt him. we'd seen him the day before and thought it best to sleep on it. Can you imagine? My mother was not a dog person that year, or that decade. She'd been living with three consecutive Brittany Spaniels, my father's hunting choice, and was sick of anything that shed, panted, or got in her way. I remember walking to the truck and her saying, "enjoy your

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I don't intentionally take this all for granted. I don't. Language has always been the heaviest parcel for me. and I've changed meanings in order to keep control of the matter. That's the problem.

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one thousand stories later and he is still here. The sweet Prince. the little heart within my heart who beats and wags to my life and I love him for it. The devoted follower of mine. just letting go of one part of him feels like a little death. one story. If ever my soul appeared in this life it was unleashed in a flat run on the beach. trusted and just beyond arms reach. Sandy, lean, sprayed by

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Begin the begin. I've forgotten everything. I have misplaced the facts. Somewhere here on this desk is a scribbled treasure hunt reminder. I think. The coffee is ready, the dog needs a pat, the phone rings, it's me again. Seven chapters in and I'm still expecting this book will detail its own past. Like, where's my 50 cent tour? Not important? maybe. It's not my eyes that need to find this. This

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Hi Helen,Of course, the obvious answer to this is another beer, which is to say some have tried to replace this stomach turning thought with the alternative greasy breakfast. I discovered a sure cure while living in San Francisco. The drunken evening prior to the noted “Mourning After” is another story. My brain was dry, stomach bloated and I was shaking, just as pretty as a picture stumbling

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THey were moving the Dameon Hearst piece down the ramps at a snails pace. At 3:30 they'd made it to us on the second ramp me: I didn't think they would magg it. silence Philip looks at me slowly a smile creeps up on his face he starts laughing, no one else is. At this point we'd passed our 100 hours straight days ago but I'd managed to find his his unusual aussi-way laugh. The Hearst must have

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how many lessons did it take to find true love to have started from the heart followed its unlikely path and to return to it there was no way you could have known me if I haven't known myself

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Something I'd write on Sunday not Saturday. Stepped out this morning. The Upperwest side, sunny, broken heat morning. Where the men at the deli treat me like their princess, I adore them, I know now that I am responsible to be involved with everything around me. This is real Love me for my mistake. The insane bravery of pulling myself out of the wreckage, (of my own) while bystanders stood.

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There are many cliche noodles one could apply to life. I've had my fair share. I am an observer mostly, and I shouldn?t be telling you this in any other way than a story. Last night I went to a wedding. The face of the light that shines on these events is often too personal to believe. Sometimes it's forced, sometimes it's a German Mother in-law with too much to drink. I am the girlfriend of a

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never sure what to expect the kindness of strangers the family dynamics dressed for the occasion the stairs to a house of love past and future hope takes a needed rest. the dancer and the artist are getting married they ask us to light candles in votives and tell us we are the light they professes their love over and over while we stare into the flames the house they are married in is the

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So February was, maybe two weeks long. Last night I took a shower. I used dove moisturizer and three kinds of soap. I felt clean. Yep clean clean clean. I put on a mud mask clipped my nails fixed my hair put on comfy clothes and got ready for the following day. Today I am covered in plaster dust again; my hands are dry and chapped. There is no use for maintenance, yet I must maintain. There is

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there are signs of change but the snow has only covered the ice

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all this cold cold ness is shit starting it's like an emergency break stuck ON It's a drawn rubberband about to snap my skin and I can't wait until it does so the warm weather can get here. But it just draws tighter, colder and somehow darker. I'm waking my dog across a sheet of ice, which was once a baseball field, cursing and shivering it's 6 am. It's dark. Anna mumbles "In Poland there is

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this happened to me once before when I let my thoughts away and they are taken like the daily news two years of dreams becomes a whim a lifetime of wishes goes to the auction block I'm fucking devistated but not because of the action, but because of what I will or won't do. I could give up and to you it would look like a dozen roses dying in the kitchen vase.

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our lives are spent writing time down, decyphering our equation as we go.

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I was trying to remember something. squares of gold leafed paper burst in flame. The smoke rises. and I don't need you to remind me what I've said. The ash falls, (energy took to flame,) it is bread to toast. a narcolept's dream

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Yesterday was impossible to post on blogger so I snooped around and found these. A family in Baghdad Dear Raed and an index of Iraq blogs Iraqblogcount

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The stories you tell define you. -Big Fish FYI. A really big invasion of privacy, don't look at people while they are crying in a movie theatre. I have these intimacy sensitive eyes, I'm sure it's congenital. Most embarrassing was during a flight from Brussels to Chicago, my friends teased me the whole flight, the movie was Free Willy.haha. I think I've convinced Mike that movies just make me cry

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I turned the piece of guitar Mike smashed on stage into a lamp and gave it to him for Christmas. It took a moment to remember how to wire, recalling my “light bulbs and batteries” lessons from the 4th grade. I searched the city for the perfect lampshade and a sexy little chrome on/off switch, which looked like part of the guitar. Note to self, next Christmas shop at hardware stores, there are no

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A man is hunched over a table squinting at a piece of paper 3 inches from his face. The woman behind me pushes me lightly off balance as she reaches for a rail to support her. I'm at a bank in Bushwick and I'm watching the health of dozens of people. It’s a disgrace. I am outraged at the distribution of wealth in this country. Well aware of the blatant abuse of power to accrue more money all at

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Hickory dickory Dock a mouse ran up kate's sock Kate shook her pants and did a dance That little pisser died of shock. -Mom, Christmas Eve morning. A mouse death wished himself from the kitchen cabniet to the cuff of my pant leg this morning. I squeeked, picked him up with a plastic bag and gently removed him from mousephobic mom. The little guy just couldn't hold on long enough to see

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At home in Colorado. I snooped through my closet, which I usually do when I'm home. I found a Jeffco Written communication skills record, which holds stories I've written from the third grade to the seventh. Katherine C Dutch Creek (elementary) Miss Norton (3rd grade) The Squrrle and the Kids One day in the park. There was a Squrrle her name was Mary. She was smaller then others. Mary had

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And then Saddam was captured. I’m not sure how I feel about this. Not the capture, the timing. The Sunday morning news, while I’m baking Christmas cookies!!! It’ll be a Bush Holiday after all.

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I went to see my boyfriend play in his band. Oh stick with me I'll get super groupie by the end of this and you'll think I'm still listening to Quiet Riot. They played for that artist's holiday party. It was a super guest list only party with a bunch of girls standing behind velvet ropes in the cold neith the glow of the Meat Packing district. The studio was covered in fake snow, and most of the

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Being out of work for the holidays is a tinsey bit of a bummer. But I am out doing free New York things. Openings! Wednesday I went out with a friend to a BOOKSTORE opening, now if that doesn’t sound interesting! PowerHouse Bookstore, where people come to stand around tables, all dressed up, with little cups of wine to look at books. The store is in Tribeca, home of Bobby D! I didn't see him.

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The woman pointed us to a small ranch off the county road. The truck blended into its surroundings as we sped off city style, across the hills. I'd always hated the city girl in me in these situations. How the wallet falls open just as my mouth starts chattering away, bowling over every local resident in my path. I turned into the driveway with the big painted pumpkin and Ben's written above it.

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One of the worst things I could have done is to start this blog. It's no offense to you darlings. It is not in my nature to control my own climate. But I've said this all along. So you know this. I quit smoking three months ago; it is still the hardest thing for me. I thought it would change me. I'm trying to change. Change the bigger picture you know. I quit smoking because I'd been smoking

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I've just spent the last 8 hours trying to save my imac. I think is terminal. This wasn't the beginning of my seriously fucked up bad mood today. I woke up this way. I remember I was mumbling something through the hair in my face in bed, got up only to drink some bad coffee, walked the dog that's when I noticed the almost transparent thin skin. I think I need a vacation.

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okay, sometimes I wish for a job where I could take a break and type something. Like when I was laying a brick fireplace yesterday in preparation for the coming winds, snows, moments of lost starring into.. I was thinking about labor. The Laborious kind. Certain tasks reveal certain needs. Bricks and Mortar make these hands unrecognizable. This is on the same thought tangent as before when I

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But I love the gnat. I just packed that painting and sent it back to Palm Beach.

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Virgil. Dude I am so fucking tired right now. I need to not be thinking about. Mosquitoes, Poets and French painters in Rome.

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the gnat

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Felix Bosselier won the Prix de Rome in 1805 and stayed in the Ville Medici. He painted eight paintings, then mysteriously jumped in the Tiber and drown. One painting, based on the Culex recounts the story of a shepherd sleeping in the goddess Diana's woods, near a spring. When a snake wanted to drink at the spring, a gnat warned the shepherd of the pending danger by biting his eye. Irritated the

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hotmail refuses to give a damn. I haven't written here in weeks. I a busy construction girl. The doctor shook my hand, I could see the surprise of coarse. This working woman with harder features, I see them in reflections and I try to smile more. I had many dreams last night, though I am not sure I can call them that since sleep never seemed to come. I'd climbed a hill, it was a resort, and

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Will someone tell me everything is just fine! During my 37 minute conversation with Darrell. In which we breifly talked about how unmotovated I am. Current dating situation, family, railroad apartments, and how fucking hot Uma Thurman is. I left work (which is currently 21st and West Side Hwy), drove home (greenpoint), parked twice, got my keys from the nail salon downstairs, opened a beer, ate

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I die daily this morning I was shot the width of my heart. a sun harsh morning, blurring my vision. An assassin here, no there, off, eying the scope from the pines. Shot me to ribbons, standing in a wet field. The shot, the fall, startled hens from their roosts, into a ruffled, pollen dusted flight. sunblood blurred vision. The silence. A vacuumous return. The wacky life force stronger that

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"that song is about the pool in my back yard." name droppers and star fuckers need not apply colleen, leave that man alone, I say. It sort of ruined the song for me, he wasn't the best person in the world. It wasn't even his pool, it was his stupid ex-girlfriend who was married to the band and wouldn't marry him because of the alimony she collected for that pool. ick

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So there's the best car wash in all of brooklyn, and maybe the world, becasue I've been to a lot of them. It's on McGuiness just before or after Driggs. Five dollars for four old men, if they are open. The two oldest wave wands at the truck spraying out antifreeze colored cleaner. They treat me like I've been there before, assuming I know the routine. I'm dazed by the baby blue cardigan, which

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Maybe I didn't know how well I've loved. I remind myself, Nature is actually natural. There is confusion about my offerings. This is what I do, I was raised catholic, see the alters in my house? This is not sacrificial I do not ask for a fruitful harvest. I can't even wish well, but I've brought dinner many times, and the food would go uneaten. Cold food at my open door. This isn't about that. I

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Kate: The other night I had a dream that Wixon said I was no spring chicken Charles: We are all infinite Kate.

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so cooking has been the distraction from smoking. And that's about as exciting as this weekend gets.

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I cooked a duck last night I love cooking duck, but there was a moment of hesitation when I pulled the darling from the package. I reached for the phone and called John the chef, who's now in Hawaii. No answer. I set the beauty on low and take the dog for a walk to pick up mike. Return. The mushrooms and onions have carmelized and the duck has charred a bit. Oh Fall. Steamed greens with soy,

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Clay is looking at the Global tide chart on line. I haven't seen Clay since the last instal. Wammodels certian predictabilities in people, like the tide.

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7:58 am express train I'd just entered a zone some zone time dimensional or not buzzy goneness but standing there It lasted forever and it was instantanious the 59 st stop past ages ago, I think I've missed my stop. zoned out on the train jurassic time

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I'm frustrated some days work seems to go no where. Five years to some is still seven seconds in a fish tank and I am back where I started only calloused, tired of making my way. Participation is required. There is no such thing as a good carpenter who admits mistakes. Being quiet and watching will get you nowhere Piping up and opinionated will get you nowhere Complete concentration while

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it appears my blog is now servicing the LARGE PRINT readers I'll fix it later, off to work I go

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change change is good "conversations about conversations end conversation." do and talk about, quit and try. The slow brew and constant stir is showing results and I am restless because of it. I quit smoking, I can't drink, I want to go back to school. Moving here was the best thing for me. I've been smoking longer than I haven't, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I didn't foresee the

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1064109674240717512003-09-20T21:27:00.000-04:002003-09-20T22:01:14.360-04:00

A few trips to the hospital later. Things are okay, but the doctors have no clue what it is. Vascular Dr. *pokes* hmmm I think some anti- inflammatories and a hot compress, and antibiotics, in case it's an infection. (the American doctor's drug of choice) Okay so Mike is taking Motrin, an occasional hot washcloth, and antibiotics! God Bless. Mike's room is on the 15th floor, the room has a

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063983062021332832003-09-19T10:34:00.000-04:002003-09-19T10:51:02.246-04:00

Two years ago yesterday Mike took himself to St Vincent's emergency room to see what was wrong with his neck and it was cancer. So then he had all the cancer stuff happen to him and things got better. Yesterday Mike went to the Hospital again and the doctors told him he has a blood clot in his arm. So I don't know what this means. I just get to go to the Emergency room and create panic attacks

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063883886659168002003-09-18T07:09:00.000-04:002003-09-18T07:20:12.790-04:00

Just got my pictures back from the Green River trip I refuse to write about. Imagine me standing infront of you with my hands cuped hiding something in them, haha you can't see. oh middle child me. The first image out of the envelope is my ten toes camped out on the front of the canoe, this was one of my few comfortable possitions. My sleeping bag roll and thermarest provided coccon like lumbar

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063883290155839292003-09-18T07:04:00.000-04:002003-09-18T07:08:10.173-04:00

A blackcloud looms over the woodshop Kate: cranky conversation with herself. I hate this music. What is this? Hippster music? It's horrible. I wish they'd turn it down. gr gr gr gr gr. (this goes on, then moments later) Oh shit, this is the White Album, haha I suck. *sing*

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063516022880364352003-09-14T00:27:00.000-04:002003-09-14T01:07:02.926-04:00

so I am still not writing about the canyon, I don't know why, yes I do I have a headache, so I'll continue with the corporal. So... in keeping with my open communication, shitstarting middle child persona. I inquired about the corporal's behavior to my family the other night. We were all together in a harmonious effort, with a bottle of sweet Argentinean wine at my sisters'. After the "Kate I

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063398965162745652003-09-12T16:36:00.000-04:002003-09-12T16:36:05.210-04:00

I'll keep a close watch on this heart of mine So long Mr. Cash

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063392138215115712003-09-12T14:42:00.000-04:002003-09-12T14:42:18.240-04:00

due to really bad computer problems, my promised epic, has been erased, waaaaa!

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1063317678507432222003-09-11T18:01:00.000-04:002003-09-11T18:06:36.803-04:00

Nole Mi Tangre Denver, CO. 3 am, 5 hours before departure, and the last hour noted due to vacation time, meaning no watches. It's the stomach flu. I've waited several months and talked about it every day all summer and 5 hours before I leave for Utah, I am heaving a highly contagious grossness. The crew arrives at the house, I'm begging them not to touch me, turing away the hugs and kisses. I

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1062702621588202712003-09-04T15:10:00.000-04:002003-09-04T15:10:21.640-04:00

Vacation is finally here sisters' house, Matt, a friend of family, and I are polishing off the second pot of coffee. Tomorrow a group of 14 super close friends and family will embark on major canyon tours. I'm not sure where, I'm just following this flock. With. Abandon. Glee. I've been issued a bike, the make or condition unknown. matt what canyon are we riding up? ...Matt... see, I have no

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1062211828427400302003-08-29T21:27:00.000-04:002003-08-29T22:50:28.286-04:00

So the show ends (see below) we finish drinks with the brats. The deck is warm and windy I can see the cyclone is still splintering the track and there is still go-carts and bb gun games to be played. We're just about to embark on more boardwalk when Bjork in spandex slides past me. She has a funny haircut, kind of asymmetric bob on one side curving dangerously past a bi-level on the other, but

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1062160593468329722003-08-29T07:49:00.000-04:002003-08-29T08:36:33.490-04:00

The phone message. hey babe, matthew got us tickets for the Bjork concert tomorrow night, it's at coney island cyclone stadium. you're taking tomorrow off. the day was as follows subway blaring heat, dull sunshine shore corn dogs tower ride thing kate got her carnie on beer at Ruby's cyclone!!! more beer at Ruby's knoa and emma show up more beers more heat. amazing heat. which required more

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1061415526528074042003-08-20T17:37:00.000-04:002003-08-20T17:38:46.480-04:00

this site is fucking hideous!

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1061326795644495922003-08-19T16:44:00.000-04:002003-08-19T16:59:55.503-04:00

you know how when you know a song for your entire life, and it's really familiar to you and often times you find yourself humming it while you're doing the dishes at the Doughnut Hut or playing the airguitar solo at the dog park and then it hits you. You really don't know the words. Did he just say gollum? yeah and Mordor yeah huh... Am I the last one to know this? yeah cool no baby, ramble on.

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1061258881293772212003-08-18T21:46:00.000-04:002003-08-18T22:08:51.416-04:00

night time brushin my dogs teeth My moment of motivation began at the Vet a few weeks ago. Dr. Elaine looked over her bifocaled glasses, she'd stretched Simon's gums far enough back to emphasize her scorn. That's plaque! The four stray cats at the BQE office could have hissed. Shame! I knew the dangers of Plaque on dogs teeth, my family dog died from it. Or so I am told, that plaque travels to

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1061158696203465302003-08-17T18:17:00.000-04:002003-08-17T18:18:16.296-04:00

i've never seen it rain like this.

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Two tones of New Yorker, there are those who are and those who aren't. I'm not entirely sure I am at liberty to say such things, after all I've been a seasonal resident for 5 years and only lived here for three months. But I am sure that most Commuters know that the G train is the George Washington Bridge of convenience. Even the L.I.E has better days than this train. When aboard such

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1059523118390167532003-07-29T19:16:00.000-04:002003-07-29T19:58:38.296-04:00

Lastnight I had a dream about the horse trailer. Only it was pulled by a team of thin necked ponies wearing Napoleon hats, I looked in their eyes and knew before I saw the trailer that they were very scared. As the team pulled past me the trailer rattled by in what looked like an image from Guernica (that Picasso painting I totally misspelled.) Inside I could see them crammed together. Freakish

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1059007184532806642003-07-23T19:52:00.000-04:002003-07-23T20:49:40.793-04:00

Hello again and again and again work is boring so I'll try to fire breathe that crankieness away. It is a shame to be bored in this life This is the part where I mention that I'm here now I've evoked the rose cross, and placed a Pumice stone in the front window. Shook the past. it gets distracting. This is what I've got. bad news first. I'm not very good at defending me from you. and the flake

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-1056736255207546952003-06-27T13:50:00.000-04:002003-07-02T16:03:55.736-04:00

Two agendas going on in my head this morning. One was a sort of feverish brat child pit in my stomach which may have been chemical, which was not undone, much to my disappointment, by the second. Since I moved I've taken mental note of the slightest change in my surroundings. Position of the sun or change of breeze through my railroad apartment. Furniture is rearranged to accomadate my

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2002974702003-05-15T17:31:00.000-04:002003-05-15T17:34:01.000-04:00

wanna know? It's kinda funny, except it's long. I have this suspicion about SF yes, it's totally black cat and walking under a ladder sort of blubbery. I have a fear that SF will not let me leave. case point last year I tried to move away from sf three times hoping to get just enough money to rent a Uhaul and drive away 1st time. My car got towed 1 week before I was supposed to move, a $300 fine

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2002844572003-05-13T11:29:00.000-04:002003-05-13T11:29:48.666-04:00

If I wasn't so ill and my brain wasn't so fuzzed out on Claritin, sinus medicine, Natural Homeopathic Tree Pollen, and Throat Comfort Tea. I would have woken up this morning, maybe earlier than I did, and saw the light in the alley, memorizing the pitch and hue, as a time of year in this city. I would certainly think about all the stuff I have to back and pack and let go of in San Francisco

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2002133992003-04-28T20:58:00.000-04:002003-04-28T20:58:46.780-04:00

I pry I spy I saw Glennalicious was typing madly on his computer on the L train at 7:46 this evening. He was on his ibook and couldn't wait to start typing, though he hasn't posted yet. who is Glenna, and low and behold 6 degrees. he links to ultrasparky who I met once. I guess it was just more funny watching me eye his computer to snag his blogname, then nondiscreetly write it on my hand. okay

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2002083902003-04-27T23:45:00.000-04:002003-04-28T06:40:04.000-04:00

I liked the poetry last night, a libretto by Eileen Miles hell she was as animated as all hell All: we liked it, we liked it a lot Afterwards I introduced myself and waited for the rain to let up to go smoke outside the smoking ban begins May 1 We walked to the train I stopped the conversation for the mandatory pee break then, waiting outside the restaurant, for the hypoglycemic attack. I

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veritas

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2001730532003-04-20T13:21:00.000-04:002003-04-20T13:21:07.363-04:00

Two stories of god One fights to destroy the great white whale The other struggles to see it

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-2001730482003-04-20T13:20:00.000-04:002003-04-20T13:20:10.423-04:00

"Here study, meditate, sweat, work, cook and do not be put off my the cooking, and there will open up to our a healing flood which springs from the heart of the son of the great world, in the face of all fragility of all material things. Now learn naturally and artfully... Henry Khunrath 1708"

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I want to be alone The kind where being with friends is love Listening to my own thoughts is not a fucking battlefield. The ice cream truck outside my window is on repeat. I didn’t notice the silent dull of white Bushwick noise until the last harsh thought bounced out the front door for groceries taking too the rare moment of alone. Suddenly its noisy and cold again, and no cigarettes.

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-903681862003-02-24T14:14:00.000-05:002003-02-24T14:43:58.000-05:00

The subway commuters are honing in for home, dazed from respiration in other landscapes not their own. It’s the last minute visit, dinner at eight, or just frank and beans, I’m not sure which, which snaps them from the daze, up to the streets. I’ve made it to the bar, drinking bourbon. Cigarette in hand, hat on at the door. My stomach waits for a bowl of peanuts, just out of reach. Erase the bar,

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-903388932003-02-18T10:20:00.000-05:002003-02-18T10:20:12.596-05:00

this morning was quiet the snow has put many commuters on hot cocoa and fuzzy slipper patrol. I can imagine the Sunday times to be pretty worn by now. Layering up and balancing a skeletal frame over snow heaped mounds at intersections has it's price. Balance brings fantastic calmness waiting on the platform.

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-902925102003-02-07T14:01:00.000-05:002003-02-07T14:01:17.303-05:00

And this is how the trouble begins. [Lunch tunafish on a roll with lots of salt and pepper from Green Tree. The roll has poppy seeds, which I just realized is the only color to my meal.]

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-3902915102003-02-07T10:59:00.000-05:002003-02-07T10:59:33.393-05:00

I miss writing in this. a lot I think about occum everyday and wonder how I'll ever get started again, and what kind of images I'll use and all the keen things I say when my mind, you know, wants to. Like maybe on each break I'll just write about the pet names and sexist remarks I get for being strong or smart at one instant or another. It's funny when men are suprized at women. Something like a

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-855459452002-10-10T00:50:00.000-04:002002-10-10T00:50:48.190-04:00

I'm so rude to pick up and go like that, I am so sorry. thank you for reading, and thank you, I can't stop reading all of you, you are all so sosososo beautiful. I'll be back, just not right now, because you see, if I did, I would have to tell you everything. but seriously, you're beautiful. Be good and read. the waiting room table. mr trinity 8legs jhames.com eastwest M.River michael

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-855176012002-10-02T19:07:00.000-04:002002-10-02T19:07:02.123-04:00

during hiatus a spirit soulful mourning granted gift lesson it all needed rock bottom my skin can push out needles, it took two hands to plunge nothing in nothing out I felt every friendship and love who tried, pulsing past energy points. It wasn't the ending I expected, I must watch too much tv, a forgivable but dangerous error. It was sore. The soreness feeling of kate, and it was mine. you

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-3854358292002-09-10T19:18:00.000-04:002002-09-10T19:30:27.000-04:00

First. The surface is seen, a year is past and there is no new/other explanation for sunshine, or air or breath. I’m just a being, and this is my experience. I call my sister. To look with my ear. to ask. We are a family of much affection, just not in moments of intense trauma. In trauma we look in on ourselves and make monsters bigger. We make things bigger, because we’re giants. Then we

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-854254182002-09-07T19:49:00.000-04:002002-09-07T19:49:44.176-04:00

A friday night in Sacramento We talked about our 100 things, which the yankee taught us, and watched the dogs play in the back yard. We got durnk in 15 minutes then proceeded to eat drumsticks and ben and Jerry's. 1/2 and inch of Hedgwig and a sugar coma later Aaron is carrying my passed out lifeless body up the stairs. Oh yes, he's strong.

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-3854154972002-09-05T00:03:00.000-04:002002-09-05T00:03:19.380-04:00

I live in the house of all-creatures-great-and-small Doolittle has nothing on me The cats have settled on the dogs' bed, the dwarf hamster, Little Brother, is joyfully spinning around the apartment in his plastic ball, while his brother, One, digs frantically in his cage. Not sure what to do Sammy-Jack and Simon pace, avoiding the spinning globe world of Little Brother, and wishing, as a dog

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-854092462002-09-03T14:05:00.000-04:002002-09-05T00:05:23.000-04:00

I love my sister, I wonder what she's up to. This weekend red coast, red dog, vanagon across highway 1, and Peter. I got to borrow the Vanagon. This vehicle is a fully loaded camper van, equipt with fridge, stove, popper-top, and a radio which plays when you turn the car off. It wasn't easy getting Six out of the house, even as it crumbled around her ears and I promised her a safe escape. (

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-853885842002-08-28T00:22:00.000-04:002002-08-28T00:22:39.000-04:00

I'm exhausted. and elated Tonight I am sure this is the right decision. because if I was in New York I'd only be thinking about my dreams, keeping the plans in my mind, instead of laying out stakes and lines and drawing up plans, so to speak. I am so grateful for this new friendship, in this new space, in leaps and bounds, has made me bigger. And my heart, holy holy, is reaching the size it's

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-853838712002-08-26T18:45:00.000-04:002002-08-26T18:45:40.490-04:00

Generous James has hosted a special little sound bite from my voiceover job at buzme.com thanks Alex for sending it my way. James says I don't sound very professional he's always my toughest critic. I haven't heard it yet, the computer I am using is mute. Here's one of the takes. I imagine it's the moment I realize counting off numbers is really retarded. I'm too lazy to figure out how to

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-853838172002-08-26T18:23:00.000-04:002002-08-26T18:23:33.976-04:00

Proceed to roll eyes. Due to the radical chain of events, see below, I've ended up, dog, cat, me, at Six's house. Some may bauf and roll, oh please continue. This is pay back for all those who've lived vicariously through me. Truth is, I am a poor slob. I live beyond my means all the time. Six shows me. Stay home and garden, and love it. Homebody, badminton in the park, sticks and dogs at the

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-853697362002-08-22T01:34:00.000-04:002002-08-22T01:34:03.523-04:00

Okay I'm gonna stop, god don't like ugly. So last night I had this dream about my dog. He was really sick, his right eyeball had turned all white. I was with this guy who was a Vet, he kept telling me that Simon would die if he didn't opperate, so we got in a puddle jumper airplane and flew to Aspen. Meanwhile he's telling me that it didn't matter that I was his friend he was still going to

katenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102022.post-853598232002-08-19T14:12:00.000-04:002002-08-19T14:12:03.433-04:00

okay So I haven’t been paid in 2 months by my employer. This last week she was lying in a hospital bed recovering from her appendix surgery. [enter kate, Kaiser Hospital, 8th floor, surgery recovery floor.] Said employer is in and out of consciousness dripping with morphine. I hate hospitals. When I lived in Chicago I worked at the Museum of Contemporary Art the crew would always go over to the

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