discoveries

This week I

* whistled, finally
* Began to read Six Easy Pieces by Feynman
* read over my old work and realized that it wasn't all that bad.
* bought new Expo markers after coming to the painful realization that my old ones weren't working.
* threw away those aforementioned Expo markers that didn't work.
*travelled to Reno, NV, and to a nearby beach, in which I got myself thoroughly wet and painfully denied myself the treat of parasailing, only because both my parents were there.
* wrote a poem.

Here it is, like I promised:

anesthesia 

Wait;

she is stretching her forgetfulness

into a blur

as they surround 

each rusted landmark and dimension.

she exhales the air 

then whispers after herself

with her newborn children

as I poise myself 

against yesterday’s rainfall

at the graffiti in Brussels.

I'll have a little excerpt from that distant long-in-progress novel up soon, along with a few pictures from Kings Beach, right over the California border. I have over 500 pictures so far; I think my camera should be dead by the end of the week. 

I pity my camera. 

love,

Julia