Portrait of madrone with stop sign, Magnolia Bluff.

 

Fuzzy harvest moon, Lake Washington, red muscle car

They say some of the smoke, haze has returned. I guess someone had some squirreled away. 

Google says that this is called “harvest moon” because farming folks often depended on the moonlight to get in the final harvest. My peoples were farm folks. This might explain all those long hours worked even after they left the farm. I’ve worked them too. Maybe moon energy gets stuck in the DNA or something. I’m listening to 528hz as I sleep to fix, repair my DNA. I figure it can't hurt. Can it? Geneticists are said to do this in labs for broken DNA. Idk. Sometimes I think they make this stuff up. Google or someone makes this shit up. 

I was out this night on October 1, because I went to buy some Zara jeans a few blocks from my house from some young people. This brand fits my incredible shrinking ass perfectly. These kids let me wait outside their apartment building for 17 minutes. I was walking away when the door opened behind me. A shiny young man named Richard apologized for the delay. I took the jeans, handed him the cash and said “Full professors only get 15 minutes...but you’ve got 5 dollar Zaras.” We laughed and I drove to the water.  

Lonnie something, circa early 1990s

This is Lonnie, a ballroom dance teacher who used to come to the Timberline to dance, not teach. He was such a beautiful dancer and I wanted to learn every West Coast Swing move that he had, lead and follow both. But he taught in a venue that was not friendly to homosexuals who weren't instructors, so I did not. In those years, I avoided going places where I am not welcome as my whole large self when I was not on the clock. At least for dance. I've had to obscure his beautiful face because he might still be alive, passing somewhere but I remember it as clear as day.

A Dog & Her Mirror Image. Her Twin Perhaps.

Phoebe Snow has recently started sitting in front of the dance mirror in my studio, staring at herself. We don't know what this means. It is a new development that we have duly noted. I think she is asking for a haircut. That is what I would be thinking were I doing this.

lost, forgotten blog

I had forgotten all about this blog until a friend asked me recently why I stopped writing in my blog. What blog? I asked her. I'm in witness protection. You know, your blog, she said. I remembered that while in graduate school, I messed around with a lot of web technology in order to "rest" my mind from stuff like Foucault, advanced biostatistics, riding the bus twice daily. I was testing things for what they might be able to do for my purposes which at the time were vague even to me. After my friend's comment, I started looking around and found several blogs, including one called "madcowstupid," which doesn't look as though I ever pushed the publish button. Since I still have a bit of time left from the surplus I got back from the Time Bank when the stay home started, I've decided to start messing around with some web technology again. Of course, now I have to remember how to use this app which is somewhat out of date to some so I started looking at other blogging platforms. I might have a technology fetish, maybe. Here's something that inspired me so much that I spent this month's book budget on her thoughts yesterday: