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Sep. 13th, 2005 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraDreamed that Phoebe Snow's Poetry Man had been turned into a dogfood commercial. Woke up thinking: Gore Vidal's going to die today.
So far, he hasn't.
Weird juxtaposition, nonetheless.
Business has been deader than the slowest stretches of winter. Sticker shock from the recent spike in gasoline prices I would guess. No city is an island; thus doth Katrina make paupers of us all. The boys tear wings off flies for sport, but the flies die in earnest.
I took the dogs to a different beach yesterday, one closer to the marina and the Coast Guard pier. I could hear the sea lions. A canopy of fog stretched over Monterey, but Santa Cruz-way I could see blue skies, sun shining, dappled green vistas of low mountains. Heaven's still around, it's just not here. Lapping waves played acoustic tricks. The sea lions sounded like a raucous party of drunks, I could almost make out bits of their conversation. It was dead bird day at the beach, gulls with misshapen, strangulated necks coated in black oil residues.
The Mayans say the world is scheduled to end in 2013. I guess I better get cracking on that novel.
So far, he hasn't.
Weird juxtaposition, nonetheless.
Business has been deader than the slowest stretches of winter. Sticker shock from the recent spike in gasoline prices I would guess. No city is an island; thus doth Katrina make paupers of us all. The boys tear wings off flies for sport, but the flies die in earnest.
I took the dogs to a different beach yesterday, one closer to the marina and the Coast Guard pier. I could hear the sea lions. A canopy of fog stretched over Monterey, but Santa Cruz-way I could see blue skies, sun shining, dappled green vistas of low mountains. Heaven's still around, it's just not here. Lapping waves played acoustic tricks. The sea lions sounded like a raucous party of drunks, I could almost make out bits of their conversation. It was dead bird day at the beach, gulls with misshapen, strangulated necks coated in black oil residues.
The Mayans say the world is scheduled to end in 2013. I guess I better get cracking on that novel.
