blood thinners

so yesterday we went to boulder to climb around on mt. sanitas. we stopped at this pharmacy in town for water, but i didn't need water so i was next to the register smelling these small squares of soap. a guy walks up to the counter and says--so, warfarin is a blood thinner, right? and the pharmacist says yeah. and the guys says--if i took enough of them i would die? and the pharmacist looks at him and the clerk looks at him and i'm looking at everybody because it was so tense, and finally the pharmacist says i guess so and the guy swallows the bottle of pills (at which point i left the store because i was thinking he probably didn't want to die alone and was going to kill everyone there). i went next door and saw him storm out, throw the cup of water on the ground and walk across the street.

here is the mountain

we walked up the steep side and now my left leg doesn't work anymore.

the way back was the best

i'll put more up later. i have to do some other things now.

sawed off

animal leg

here is a tree i like

here is water

alex and catherine came by. they were on a long journey and had just slept in yellowstone where many people die by stepping in boiling water. we went to golden gate canyon state park.

we also went to the coors brewery

two times in the last few days the wind has been so strong i've been knocked off my bike. one time we were riding on this tall hill and it blew so much we couldn't peddle anymore and then we sort of fell off and had to walk our bikes to the top. the wind put this bicycle in jail

in other news, i've been writing a personal history of wind.

from april. from may.

the sky in april.

april was when my best friend loved arda more than he loved me.

jess gave paper dolls to me for a birthday present. here is the story of horace and margaret:

grandfather horace is fifty-nine years old. he wears a knitted cotton-and-wool union suit with leather house slippers. grandmother margaret, who is fifty-three, wears a corset over her chemise and slip. under the slip she wears knee-length drawers. her high-buttoned shoes are worn over black lisle stockings. she wears a stretchable spiral wire bustle buckled at the waist.

i filled my bike with bestiaries the other day. i think i will try something out for the project that's due in the shakespeare class.

some things to love on tuesday

this

this

and

this: a show about a person who slices things open. even a magic 8-ball.

it's shakespeare's birthday!

here is when he went to california last year. he is lecturing about the water.

and here is when he was in new jersey a few years ago. he was feeding the birds some bread.

he hasn't done a lot of lecturing recently.

i've been having trouble uploading videos, but today i got it to work

and uploaded a video from awp of forrest gander reading this best poem by frank stanford.

i wish i could hear the title.

the perec tutorial was canceled so i've been reading graham foust and writing about spines.

here are some pictures from a colfax pub crawl

chrome shoes

m and i just got our free chrome shoes in the mail. m got olive and i got gray.

look at this

roxi took this picture of a most beautiful thing

a tinfoil tale

i have to tell you this story.

there's this restaurant called vine street and i love to go there. i always get the same thing (a tempeh reuben) and i never finish it. occasionally i remember to bring a container to bring it home in but sometimes i forget.

one time, they asked if they could box it for me, which they always try to do and makes me feel uncomfortable, and i said okay. they said we're trying to conserve boxes, do you want it wrapped in tinfoil and i said yes. so they did. and it was just wrapped like a sandwich would be wrapped, like a present. before we left, i changed it to look like a swan.

the next time they asked to wrap my sandwich they brought it back to me as a swan!

i was thinking, wow! i taught them about tinfoil swans. so i told m, and he was like, yeah, right. but it was true.

so, the next time i go there, they bring me a swan but i didn't feel like carrying it from the bottom, so i make it into a purse by attaching the swan's head to the swan's tail. and i carried it out of the restaurant like this.

guess what happened today! (oh, there were intermittent times that involved no swans and no purses)

the waitress brings me the sandwich and says, here you go, a clutch for you. and it's a tinfoil purse! i couldn't believe it. i say to m, can you believe it! and he says, no, you're crazy. and i said, no, i'm not, i made this happen. this is my business model. i'm a tinfoil trendsetter. and none of these people know. he said, no you're not. but i am. and i said yes, i am. i need this. just say i'm the guy that started all of this. and he disagreed. but i was sitting on the outside of the booth and so i made him tell me it was true before we could go home. so he said i am, but i know he thinks i'm not. but it's true, right? i think it has to be.

here are what the purse and swan look like (the swan looks kinda jacked up because it was a purse before it was a swan and it's best to have it just as a swan.)