The consignment shop sold my jacket for 300$(!?), which is good, but the shoes they couldn't sell... appear to have blood caked on them.
Or ketchup.

Bumper kissed a car with my motorcycle today. We drove 2 more blocks with stops, then he pulled over and waved to me. He spent a long time checking his bumper and standing in the sun being young and obnoxiously handsome, though there was obviously nothing there. He wouldn't have noticed the touch if I hadn't been driving like an ass immediately beforehand.
('Do you believe in fate?' 'Fate?!?! WHAT? Zooom')
Finally I moved to find neutral, two steps before helmet removal, and he told me it was ok. I sense that we'd have stood longer had I stayed still. I often feel slight remorse when I take my helmet off, as I'm supposed to toss my hair with a twinkle in my eye and stride with swaying hips. The reality of wind-snarls and glasses... I feel he preempted that slight disappointment with me. Like he chose to say- No. Don't tell me your name. Then he followed me through 2 left turns, where I stopped and he kept going.

Being sane means knowing who you can freak out in front of. -Claire Burch.

The best nickname in town belongs to a man they all fear. He's called El Quemapueblos, and I agree that it's the best nickname I've ever heard. Its pithiness can't be translated into English. The best I can do is The Man Who Burns Down Cities.

Thank God he doesn't figure into this story, I think.

- nobody's son, Urrea

1 month and 8 days till my 30th birthday.

"I came up and stood behind him. It was always, even then, a question of should I touch him. Something had to be crossed to get there. We watched one sturdy crow and then another land on the lawn. Otherwise there was nothing to disturb the stillness."

- A Man Walks into a Room, Krauss

Using the self check out at the library, an older black woman comes up behind me and picks up my books.
You've got too much on the machine, she says, you have to clear it off for it to work right. Let's see. 'Go-go Girls'.
She says the title loudly (I laugh loudly) then tosses it back on the counter and walkes away without a look back. I also enjoy books about transsexuals.

'Think about what a cowboy is, what he represents. The new order rolling across the prairie, right? Even when he was slaughtering buffalo and red Indians, he still left civilization in his wake, towns and railroads and all that. I guess maybe I thought we needed cowboys again.'

-Go-go Girls of the Apocalypse, Gischler

book

I was really into the motorcycle for a while, but what happened is that people started asking to ride it. If a tiny guy had a motorcycle... would other bigger guys start asking if they could ride the undersized thing? I didn't like that. So despite having overcome discouragement in the past, I toned down my biking thoughts.

Instead I started reading like a glutton. The result being a gasp, a perk up in the middle of a conversation, and then sitting back quiet. Because there are only so many times you can say 'oh something like that just happened in this book'
'and?'
'and... nothing. it just reminded me of something from a book'
'what happened in the book'
'nothing, really'

So now I have to figure something else out. That's all.

"'I hug her like this every day,' he said. 'Why wait till I miss her?'"

-Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire, Berwin

"I knew from his smile that all his life he'd had power over people and could induce them to try to destroy him." - Jonathan Ames.

“It was an intersection of absolutely inappropriate sensibilities,”

http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/34703/Near-Dark/trailers

Fantastic dream this morning. I had taken the bus to a place I didn't know, I had no where to go and it was raining. I found a little shop/restr, and opened the door to find it empty. A nice little place, very clean, I found a place to curl up and go to sleep. When I woke up I found it still empty and no one had been taking care of it, so I began to. The people next door introduced themselves as the people who did the taxes and financials for the shop, and they were qualified and prepared to have me declared the person in charge. Other people appeared, stating their existent roles and preparing to perform those with me as the person in charge of the little shop.
With time, of course, I began blowing things up. There was a lot of smoke, and running around, and back roads. I had a partner at that point, the guy carrying the other missile launcher on his shoulder, and as we walked someone came up to us and said 'I need help getting out of this country, I hear you can help me'. So we did, but soon another request for help- We had only just returned from a short voluntary exile, our wounds were still healing. I said no, and then I was home again, thinking I didn't want to wake up yet, but there were men in my hallway and I knew they were related to the refusal. They were setting up a base in my apartment. I ran out and tackled the little guy with white paint on his face, threw him against the door where his face matched the color as though my apartment was wearing off on him.

"One thoughtful artist I've communicated with, Maxon Crumb (who has delved into scriptures and spiritual disciplines) , has said that he thinks that America will become a very spiritual land, as India has been, but with the complication of advanced technology that traditional India didn't have."



B.N. Duncan

Knuckles grazing every thorny rose bush I rode by, like magnetic.
We could take a little bit off that side of the picture. Let's try that one more time, but a little less. Ah! Wow. Totally different picture. I'd never actually experienced that before.
Almost time to go, almost ready, great. Look in the mirror. Hair is in messy bun on top of head, completely forgotten for it's twenty minutes of sticking with hairpins to look pretty much the same but completely different. Fuck it, going like this. 'Hello sexy' from the guy outside who usually calls me 'hey quiet'. 'You just got back from San Diego?' from the guy interviewing me. Too bad the interview was scheduled for Tues, not Thurs.

http://purplemoments.com/sfparking/index.html

Someone stole my license plate.

"There would be no bad men in the world if there were no bad women"

Nothing to Be Frightened Of, Julian Barnes

"Fear turned men to slobbering baby boys but drove maidens straight to hagdom."

- A Fine Madness, Baker

"I shall not waste energy on explaining the psychodynamics of Charles [Darwin] seeming to take a mistress after the Formation of Vegetable Mould Through the Actions of Earthworms."

Charles Darwin in Cyberspace

She was beaming when she came back into the room.
He checked the plastic bag on his hand meticulously before scooping up the dog shit, speaking loudly of previous experience through his gestures.
I got hired, and fired again, in another few weeks, and this time I gained 5 lbs from the anxiety and then letdown. Suddenly I was suitable for recommendations for work I was too delicate to do 5 lbs ago.
I have 2 jobs that I think are fun. I have one job that stretches me. I have three jobs. And ginger chew candies as gifts.
His hand so tight on my inner thigh than I limped on the way home.

I bought a can of beans in the discount grocery below the freeway ramp, in the aisle primarily labeled 'dog food'. This is not the Freeway Market in NY. The can was full of brown tipped cut green peas, with about 10 beans on the bottom. I'm not sure if that even qualifies as weird, but it does ruin my meal plan for the week.

As I stood up from having my head in the refrigerator, having leaned in to long contemplate a stem of precious flowering crucifer gone unexpectedly naked (before taking a bite of it anyway), I turned to find an unknown woman obviously just breaking her gaze at me. I leaned back over to check the line of site. Yes, this stranger across the way had clear view of my inter-fridge doings. I looked back and she rolled her eyes and walked away.

All day I had my green bedsheet hung over the curtain rod, a sunny day, so the light turned aquarium-like and muted during the hot parts. I was up at 8 doing that, doing this, getting out into the sunshine myself around 1 and feeling grateful for it. The lawn out back is narrow and bordered by a brick wall edged with razor wire, but someone mowed it yesterday and even took down an enormous plant. Maybe a... I forget and almost remember. Elephant leaf? The cut results remind me of a fair ground after the beating.