Posts from March, 2011
It begins this week. I will eagerly flip on the game, and whether or not they’re able to win this particular showdown,* I will open my heart to them and the Yankees will break it by the end of the season.
*Look at that word choice. Joe Buck — call me!
P.S. It’s not really baseball at all until May.
This cake below is many, many years old. Isn’t it weird how that makes it a little disgusting to look at? (Usually, we I look at cakes with lust and drool, but when I think of a cake from my 1st birthday party, no.)
Also, how a cake for my birthday wound up with a CAT on it is beyond me. At least it’s a generous cat who’d rather eat cake than that mouse in the corner. On the contrary, it looks like the mouse will share in the cake-within-a-cake spoils. I also like how satisfied the cat looks with her cake. Oh god, am I supposed to be the cat? This photo just got much worse.
In the middle of reworking a big draft today, my brain started sending up images of dragonflies and a desert and little tents* I couldn’t come up with the word for. I shook it off and resumed what I was doing.
Until they came rushing back in again. Knock knock, I’m a dragonfly; pay attention to me. Minutes of feeling crazy later, I finally realized that this is something I read. Not one of my own memories, not a daydream, but someone else’s story and I have a feeling there’s more to it than a dragonfly and desert dust.
These are the moments I’m most glad for the kind of technology we take advantage of daily. The vaguest string of words typed into Google comes up with magic sometimes. I guess I’m also a little grateful to T.C. Boyle for implanting such a vivid memory, even though it’s not really one I’m in love with.
Appropriately, a line from the story describes my day:
For a long while, [...] he sat there, legs folded under him in the blaze of 118-degree heat, thinking alternately: This is working, and I am losing my mind.
I should not have opened this Pandora’s Box of bunnies, because now my screen is covered with them. (Get it? Because they’re multiplying.)
Happy spring! Enjoy the rain and sleet and snow; at least we’re not quite playing an 1889 repeat today.