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Interests: Alfons Mucha, Archibald Leach, big words, Bob Hicok, Brian Eno, Cat Power, Charles Bukowski, Charlotte Masaryk, cheese, clarity, dark chocolate, David Byrne, David Foster Wallace, Dorothy Parker, Douglas Adams, Edna St. Vincent Millay, E.E. Cummings, Frank O’Hara, Fred Rogers, garlic, Gaudi, Gertrude Stein, ginger, Gustav Klimt, Iva Pekarkova, Jane Austen, Jaromir Nohavica, Jeanette Winterson, Josef Skvorecky, Joseph Campbell, Joss Whedon, Just a Minute, Kate Bush, Kurt Vonnegut, laughing until it hurts, Laurie Anderson, Leonard Cohen, little kids singing, Lloyd Alexander, mandarin oranges, making lists, Margaret Atwood, Miss Manners, New Yorker, Paul Simon, performance, P.G. Wodehouse, poetry, Rebecca Solnit, Rob Brezsny, Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Creeley, salt, Salvador Dali, secrets, silence, Star Trek, Stephen Dunn, Talking Heads, Terry Gilliam, things that stain, This American Life, Tom Waits, T.S. Eliot, vegetable juice, veiled cultural references, vinegar, water, wine, W.H. Auden

small pleasures

The little ridges that form in a salt cellar, like sand dunes
How easy it is to tie something behind my back, like an apron
Finally learning how to play a chord, the soreness in my fingers the next day
Sitting with our feet up on the couch, talking about the pros and cons of living in communes

I had a mole removed from my back last week; apparently the doctor needed to remove my entire shoulder blade to get at it, or anyway that's how it feels. The things that go on behind my back. I couldn't open a door without shooting pain running across from my spine to my fingers; that sounds like a shoulder blade removal, right? I'm not supposed to shower until I get the stitches out at the end of this week but I think that's just part of the European shower conspiracy left over from the Middle Ages because the internet told me that in fact it's fine to shower after 12 hours. I'm trying to be good and keep it dry, but I sure am grateful for the internet so I don't have to stew in wonder (and sweat) over every thing. Also grateful for having a teenager who treated me like royalty all weekend, cooking and cleaning and opening doors as I winced around the house like the delicate flower that I am.

Other than that things go as they usually do. I am working enough. I have a list of things I want to spend money on and I might actually get to check some of them off. We are finally watching Friday Night Lights and it is good. I've heard it might actually be spring some day, maybe even this month.
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