Thursday, October 28, 2010

don't be a hater


Today I was using the Google to look for an old friend named Amos Zook but instead found an account of that massacre of Amish school girls—remember? Little girls were lined up at their blackboard and executed by a man they knew, a man who delivered milk to their families. How could I have forgotten that?  How could such a crime be absorbed and then set aside?

Sunday, October 10, 2010

yes, I'm a hyprocrite.


At the co-op today four people were talking about their droids, which are phones, in case you don’t know, and what their droids could do and their droids and their droids and their droids. I was getting peppercorns for Chicken Abodbo, which I’m going to make this afternoon, and I thought all people ever talk about is their stuff. They fill their conversations and their imaginations and thoughts with all the stuff they have and all the stuff they want. And then I walked away, passing a woman with one of those Haiku purses that I’ve wanted for so long, over a year now, ever since my friend Laurie got one and I thought, I wonder where I can find one are they online as soon as I get home I’m going to do a Google search.