Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Monday, April 23, 2012


I had to drop something off for work on Friday, giving me occasion to go to the Rotunda in the capitol building. I crawled up the Odessa steps. As soon as the door comes into view, some shocking beauty happens. Mammoth, elaborately carved doors. A chandelier in the entryway outside. It is so forbidding and brilliant. The guards laughed at me. I got really dizzy. Over a stairway that should be dripping with descending, be-diamonded Joan Crawfords is MAKE IT THE SEED.


It's part of a bigger scroll, but that's all that's visible from the ground, and I think it's on purpose. I can't stop saying it to myself.

I also got to stand alone in an elected official's office - in his quarters, taking in the grandeur of the nicest office space ever around. Portraits of officials past lined the room. It should have but did not dim the thrill of coming back to my own office today. Even when I'm mistaken for a lofty intern, I have the satisfaction of knowing none of them have a door to close.

On Sunday, I put up the first installment of Very Literary at WITF. WITF reblogged it on Facebook and Twitter, making me feel very welcome. I'm grateful to have a forum to organize and spotlight people and books and things that I hope will be an inspiration to someone around here maybe, with more time than me. I'm sliding into home with several projects this week and am eager to allocate all that time to sleeping. I don't even feel like eating dinner when I get home anymore.

I do need a vacation. My birthday is coming. And I'm going to see this:

Woodman reveals the injuries that occur in the time it takes to produce a single picture: hair turns wispy, flesh fades and stretches into smoke. The longer her shutter stays open, the blurrier and more transparent bodies will appear, until at last they disappear.
Also coming: riding the lace barometer by j/j hastain - IRL! - and THE FUN PERCENT. The three people who took the absolute longest were all friends of mine, of course, and the one that's taking the longest is the closest. I am so thrilled to implement the next stage of that project.

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