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Category: TODAY

  • murmuration

    Last night, sitting on the balcony and watching the birds swoop across the sky in waves, like schools of fish, and trying to decide if that's a murmuration or just flocking without looking at my phone to see what the difference was. Our voices got quieter and hushed as the dusk shifted the sky to…

  • churning and musing

    This has been on my mind and I'd like to write something better but I'm putting it here so I don't forget I have to believe that people are doing their best. I mean: I have to believe it. Like, in order to get through my day. I have to think that whatever people are…

  • memory souls

    The heat came on yesterday. It's August. I have some opinions about that. One of which is: WTF.    Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my life, or specifically that I'm wasting my summers, working and reading shit online, but then I think: What was I planning to do? Is it a shame that I…

  • 13 Ways of Looking at Meow Wolf

    Don't get your hopes up. Get your hopes up. Don't want it to be more than it is; don't think too much about what it is; research it and find out as much as you can.  Maybe it's just a store, maybe it's just the gift shop you exit through, maybe it's a carefully crafted…

  • my brains

    I actually started making notes of things I wanted to write about which is the saddest way to write I know. And yet here we are. I'm leaving for the US next week and I probably won't write what I want to write before then and past experience shows I'll collect a whole basket of new…

  • teeniest touch of burnout

    I have probably mentioned that I love my job. I do! I like working from home, I like being my own boss, I like having a schedule that waxes and wanes. For a while I wanted to focus more on medical editing and stop doing academic editing altogether, and I wrote to I think every…

  • reaping the just deserts of what you cooked up

    In the course of my life I've had a number of people tell me that I should improve my appearance. This ranges from people I was dating telling me that I'd be attractive if I'd lose a little weight to complete strangers approaching me on the street to ask me why I don't wear makeup…

  • dentists and frogs

    I have never had fantastic luck with dentists, and it got worse when I moved here. I had a dentist in 1994 who, when drilling my tooth, hit a nerve and told me it shouldn't have been there and when I cried told me that Americans were babies. The dentist who (horrified) fixed that was…

  • Bye 2020

    It's 8:15 pm, New Year's Eve. It sounds like a war outside already, all the fireworks. I admit that I've somewhat lost my taste for small fireworks in the last few years (I still like the huge ones overhead, though I feel sorry about the damage they cause, now that I know. I still like…

  • fallacies of morning rose

    Today would have been your birthday. I don't want to say I think about you every day because that would be a lie. I didn't think about you every day when you were alive, though probably every week at least, because that's when we talked, when we were talking. I think about you in passing…