Nice Hat

It's possible that Frances is the goofiest dog I've ever owned.

This

Found on the fridge of a friend, while I was helping her move.

Lapdog

A Poem a Day...

Body Sonnets
I. Credibility
from Rachel Dilworth's The Wild Rose Asylum

I've been reading a metric shit ton of poetry this month. July was Camp NaNoWriMo, and this time around I elected to write a poem a day. So I've been reading and writing and writing and reading. Rachel Dilworth's The Wild Rose Asylum is absolutely heartbreaking. It's about the Magdalen laundries in Ireland. Dilworth received a Fulbright scholarship to travel to Ireland, where she conducted research for the book.

I also read Nicole Cooley's The Afflicted Girls, about the Salem Witch Trials. It, too, is heartbreaking.

Assholes Are Cheap Today

These bozos were in the back field, shooting a compound bow. The line of trees and shrubs are hiding another apartment complex. Which they are shooting toward. Assholes.

I don't know if they even live here, or if they just thought this looked like an awesome place for target practice. There were two people out in the field, playing with their dogs, while this was going on.

Another Good Day

My bad knee started misbehaving half-way to work this morning. It was unstable all day, and I wasn't sure what the hell I was going to do if it was still hurting when it was time to go home. It did pretty well, though! I had a few twinges walking home, when I put my weight on it wrong, but it held up.

Black Eyed Susan

Staff Meeting Doodle

pencil on steno paper
3 1/2 x 3 inches

A Most Excellent Tree

I pass this tree (and several like it, but none as fine as this one) when I walk to and from work. I think it's a beech. It's an old one and quite lovely.

Graffiti

There's a pedestrian underpass I use to cross the bypass, when I walk to work. It's fairly new. Last spring, there was no graffiti. Slowly the darn kids have painted the hell out of it, and I actually kind of like what they've done with the place.

Ladybug and Milkweed

Today Was a Good Day

Black Eyed Susan and Pet Spider

Every year, a funnel weaver sets up shop in the corner of my patio door frame. I leave her alone. I figure she's not hurting anything, and she eats lots of bugs.

From the Back Field

Little Wing

I found this tiny mothwing while I was out walking this afternoon. The scalloped line along the outer edge is just gorgeous.

Thrift Store Haul

Somewhere between putting it in my cart and getting it home, a William Sleator book went missing. I'm bummed about that, but it was still a really good thrifting day.

Good Question

Graduate Carrel 8E, Herman B Wells Library

Fuck a goat.
Why are you always telling me to fuck a goat, man?

Shelfie

I've been cheating on "my" library with the public library. The result is that I have a whole lot books I need to get through.

Sidewalk OPEN

I walk by this intersection every day, to and from work. I'm not sure what they're doing, but it involved opening up the sidewalk. The sections of concrete were lifted and set to the side, to allow access to the steam tunnel and the pipes below.

Happy Damn Monday

Today required coffee, back-up coffee, one soda, and one orange juice.

Black Eyed Susan

Yes, I am obsessing about it.

Babushkas

It started with this.



Franny had a few words to say about it.



And then someone suggested that Piglet shouldn't be left out.



And then someone else suggested that the girls might want to participate, too.

Unfurling

Black Eyed Susan

Slowly but surely, the sunflowers are starting to unfurl.

Shelf List Cards

I helped a coworker move cubicles this morning. I noticed she had a small box of old shelf list cards. Most of them were recycled years ago, but some folks hung on to little stashes to use as scrap paper. I am freaking obsessed with them, yo. And now this little box of shelf list cards is ALL MINE.

Look out behind you Steven

From this morning's trawl through the graduate study carrels.

More Deep Thoughts from the Graduate Carrels

Graduate Carrel 5E, Herman B Wells Library

This life is not worth examining.

It is if there is something you'd die for.
For if there is nothing you'd die for, then
there is nothing to live for either.

I don't know how to live
What is the best way to live happily?
I lost my way.

Hydrangeas

These aren't mine. They're growing behind the library. I saw them while I was out walking yesterday.

Listen to Frank Zappa

Listen to Frank Zappa, he has ALL the answers.

Bee

Henry