I’m in love; what’s that song; I’m in love with that song

Last week.
Monday

“I’m just not sure if I’m doing the right thing,” she said, shrugging.
I thought for a moment, settling back into the couch. Then: “What’s the one thing you could do right now that would make you feel in control?”
“Driving somewhere.”
“Where?”
“The beach.” A pause. “Salem. That would do it.”
“Okay,” I said. [...]

don’t get me wrong

Games People Play
I hadn’t seen Melissa and John in too long, so they obliged me for a drink at Drink, where Aaron served us a variety of historical cocktails. Mine were all whiskey-based; Melissa and John’s were primarily gin-oriented, if I’m not mistaken. We talked about Chicago and reminisced on the virtues of [...]

everybody’s going nowhere slowly, they’re all fighting for the chance to be last

Holly over at Pervocracy (NSFW text but image free) wrote an interesting post a week ago about the one safety class that every woman ought to take, but nobody offers yet:

I’ve seen a couple dozen assaults in my day, and about two of them were between complete strangers. (Both of those, incidentally, weren’t in “fringe [...]

I heard somebody say burn, baby, burn

Working out on Tuesday, the instructor really kicked my ass. We worked our core harder than I think I’ve ever worked it, though in a way that didn’t feel strained the next morning. I stumbled out of class with my legs loose and my arms glowing with warmth.
And this was half an hour [...]

breathe in, breathe out

As an atheist, rationalist and all-around humorless asshole, I don’t go in for a lot of Eastern mysticism. I don’t think much of reiki. I don’t believe in the healing power of crystals, or cranio-sacral touch, or reflexology. I think ear candling’s a dangerous fraud. I don’t trust acupuncturists or chiropractors.
So [...]

out on the road today I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac

But seasons must be challenged or they totter
Into a chiming quarter
Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars
- Dylan Thomas, “I See the Boys of Summer”
For as long as I can consciously remember I’ve feared death. But I’ve also feared aging just as much. At least in death you’re asleep for the bad [...]

strapped in the chair of the city’s gas chamber; why I’m here I can’t quite remember

Weekend adventures included:
Drinking at the Davis Square VFW in a benefit concert for the upcoming Avon walk for breast cancer research. Attendees too numerous to list: essentially, the entire Davis Square community on LiveJournal. I had plenty of beer and cheap gin – there’s no cheaper drinking than VFW drinking, let me tell [...]

look at the tested and think there but for the grace go I

At 90s Night this past Friday, I ran into KT, who had fully recovered from her case of K.I.D. (though I hear there’s 18 to 25 years of outpatient visits). I only got to see her briefly. And b0st0n regular jenskot (no known alias) showed up as well with a friend of hers [...]

when I’m burning down the railway track

I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few months wondering if I’d do the right thing in a crisis. Last night I did.
Chester St in Davis was narrower than usual last night, due to piled snow from last night’s storm. I alternated between walking down the one-way street with traffic to [...]

you didn’t know what you were looking for until you heard the voices in your ear

My school promotes students to black belt about once every ten months on average. We never do more than two or three at a time.
At the last one, in March, I promoted to black belt, along with two other students. We were the last three students to join the program while it was [...]