the frothy mixture that says 'I love you'

Some things that have been making me happy lately:


1) Reasonably warm weather

2) Writing a paper on the ethno-historical use of psychotropic plants

3) Having gorgeous, big, weather-proof new windows in my room which actually open

4) The fact that Dan Savage (of the popular sex column 'Savage Love') held a contest encouraging people to come up with a definition for 'Santorum', as in Congressman Rick Santorum, the man who equated homosexuality with incest, adultery, and bestiality. The best part? The winning definition of 'Santorum' was "the frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex".


...sometimes, it's the simple things that make life worth living.

Who the fuck is Jackson Pollock?

Well, here I am in single-land again, trying to get my own life figured out. It's not a bad place to be-; presented with endless opportunities, not bound by anyone else's will. All the energy I had previously devoted to keeping a failing relationship afloat can now be directed towards other, loftier projects.
Like ESSAYS!
And staying up to watch the U.S. midterm elections, because I'm a tool like that.
Seriously, though. I'm doing well. But not as well as retired trucker Teri Horton, who just found out that a painting she bought as joke for $5 is most likely a Jackson Pollock original. To quote Ms. Horton: "We were going to go in the trailer and get her darts and throw darts at it, but we sat there and drank beer and never did get around to it."
I must warn you, however, that most painting found at thrift stores aren't worth a pile of cash. Not to knock paintings on velvet.

The tarot

The cards spelled it all out. Not surpising- I have a lot on my mind.
So there were the things that came before and the things that will come after, and he pointed out the six of cups. I'm sure you know who that represents, he said, and of course I did. And then the ace of swords, which made my eyes widen. I know he didn't want to spell out the pain to me. It's ok, it's already mapped out for me.
The nine of swords next, and he said don't worry about the heartbreak. Well, I said, there is always heartbreak.
The emperor and the magician were there, many-armed and stern and bold. All pointing towards the center, the card that was me.
Pointing to the sun.
Confidence and strength.
They are mine to claim.