Ellipses (looking up)

Took a walk up Fifth Avenue today on my lunch break. I simply couldn’t bear to stay inside, craving instead to overheat a bit as I strolled towards Central Park, a cool breeze caressing my face. As I walked, I angled my chin towards the sky, and looked at that which loomed above me…

My friend Mike, the one who makes the sloth-supportive comments on this blog, has written a fine piece of criticism here. Poets and curious readers, he writes for you… I can be a cranky woman; when I’m really on a roll it is both hilarious and stultifying. Virginia Heffernan perfectly describes herself in that moment as a “chippy freak,” and boy can I identify…

 

 

 

Last night I attended a panel event featuring author Laura Lippman and musician John Wesley Harding. The host used the word “meta,” which is one of the most annoying, pretentious words I know… Just because I’m still feeling a bit prickly about it, I’ve decided I want to be self-referential, too. With Pigtails Flying…. male pigtails… downhill pigtails flying…. pigtails fly in Alice Walker’s Meridaian… Okay, it’s off to bed for me. Sweet dreams to you, my readers and friends both old and new.