#imaginary constructs

[mumblelard]

the neodymium microcosmos or the anticipation of received forms

last week was the seventeenth anniversary of my first post in this place and after three thousand one hundred thirty-seven posts, i am pretty sure i'm still not doing it right

my kids and my girlfriend came over friday night and we drank pink lemonade tequila spritzers and ate pizza and shared this week's stories. it was a really nice night

yesterday, a cover of thirteen by big star came on the radio, and i was barely able to explain to cassidy how that song always makes me cry just before i lost my voice

last night i dreamt of quitting, i dreamt of a magazine cover with red stars on a blue field and no words, and i dreamt again of walls filled with pastel fauna absent menace or comfort

today, i am spending the day with finn and fall and they have surprises in store!

this week spans bloomsday, the solstice, the full moon, and midsummer

i'm spending next weekend in the mountains up near the gorge and my anticipation grows

[mumblelard]

happy clean sheets day to those who celebrate

also, this kid dragging their slyrrupy drawl all over that slinty goodness. i don't want to know anything else about them, i just want them to close the blinds and make a few more

[mumblelard]

the cupboard of theseus

this half butt is my reward for working my way through all of the food that was stored in the cupboard and freezer at the beginning of the year.  All of the dried beans, the frozen jars of homemade stock, the wild rice that was had carried to me from minnesota, the perfectly lovable can of tomato paste that for some reason never got chosen last year, they are all cooked and eaten and gone. 

i still have some spices left: dried chilis, berbere, some jamaican curry powder, a crock of coarse salt that will be around for years.  that quart jar in the corner is the last of my dry rub that i made at the old family house, maybe half a cup left.  it will be enough to cover a big batch of chicken thighs when the time comes.  there will always be pieces of the old home around but there are fewer of them all the time.

[project-sharius]

Shower Philosophy:

Time, Numerics, and Language are imaginary constructs of the human mind.

:3 I sure as hell am not the only one who thought of this (and I'm certain it's been published before), but the shower gives what the shower gives. Explanation available upon request.

[jehans]

imaginary-constructs replied to your post: EU people: which of these sentences would you be...

i live in the uk so i’m probably not eligible to answer this but i think it depends on the language?? we say ‘euros’ in english but then we don’t spend them…

i think this is what confused me lol because i've spent time in england and france but much more time in england and all of the times i was in france i was with either a bunch of americans, a scottish person, or a welsh person. :P but i do recall hearing "euro" as opposed to "euros" (though most of my british friends say "euros" i think), and both are technically correct, i think, and i'm obviously writing it in english but my characters are french so...

but yes i'm pretty sure that's exactly where my confusion stemmed from. :D