house

"they came to a crashing halt like blue airplanes."

these are the shadows i have now

i guess they might come from this

here is a place to hang things

 and a garden

and more from rb:

"she stared up at me all the time, her eyes never leaving me as if i were an airfield."

"what i was doing was like an occupation for me. i was that involved in looking at the sky and eating the apple."

"california needs us, so it gathers us from other places."

"i went over to her house. she didn't have a door bell. that was a small victory. one must keep track of all the small victories. i do, anyway."

"then she carved her pumpkin while dinner was cooking beautifully away."

ladies

i woke up today thinking about the women in rb's life. and of the beautiful girls on his covers. he loved women. or loved himself being in love with them. but he was bad at love.

comps

i'm doing it. i thought i might not but it seems i am. i started with richard brautigan because i thought it would be a nice way into everything. this is what he looks like now

he says, "he had appeared as a specter and disappeared as a specter. there was nothing of us in his coming and going. he was just another specter, chained to a log, fleeing alligators at big sur."

here is what will follow rb

before i started reading for comps, i took the weekend to read non-comps items, such as:

with deer

and boris by the sea (again)

and black life

and i tried to get through forever valley but i ran out of time

and the pacific review which has turned itself into ghost town

and the new thermos

and i went for a walk

pictures

i went to this baseball game in may. it was so beautiful there.

i spent forty minutes trying to photograph lightning. it didn't work.

i tried this sweet popcorn.

and now i'm going to show you more pictures from mt. sanitas, which i just typed as st. sanitas

that's actually it, over there. we went to the wrong place at first.

this should be dani's match.com photo

the day ended with a sleepy red puppy

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.