medicine hat

because the high notes make my red blood cells bounce

new names and new faces on their way home

I'm getting a dog. Actually, it's a puppy with rabbit ears, and his name will be Uncle Phil. Or Chainsaw Rogers. Or Something Ridiculous Like That. Should I name him Jesus?

Also, I like sitting in the backseat, in the middle. I like being in the middle, not the front, and not first, and I don't like making decisions when every option appears to be the most appropriate. Take that how you will.

Summer seems to be getting exponentially better every week and I haven't thought about the primary colors I left at home for a long, long time. I do want the other ones though, the Unicorn colors and Garden colors and frisbee in the backyard and learning how to drive a stick shift.

List of All Sorts of Things, or At Least Two Things

I am the world's best procrastinator.

Reading Shakespeare out loud is one of my favorite things, but I need other real people to play the other characters. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

calling souls from an early afternoon pay phone prayer

Where do you go sometimes? It puzzles me.

Shouldn't I be able to keep your secret for you, since it does belong to me too?

Because what if unthawing is never a possibility,

And the capacity for denial folds down into itself until the layers are impossible to separate,

As deep as the bluegrass lexicon lake

We read about while we sleep, imagining permanent shore vacations,

Pale skin and the ghost friends who swallow simplicity and forget how to goodbye.

Marion, you are a witch. did you know before I told you?

superstition, ocean wind waves kill creatures and she’s a creature.

he will scoop the waves into his hands and fling them away. He will stare down water monsters and stringed sphinxes until the salt melts away, leaving a two second spray of sweet scent before it lays back down sleepy.

she will extinguish and wither. she will drown in air.

half moon bad news curved lights and sixteen henchmen ready to destroy the earth

Janae and Adam and I spent Thursday afternoon winning car races and escaping the clutches of Fidel Castro and his Cuban henchmen by chartering a yacht and sharing lemonade with a cop. 

We got lucky pulltabs. I mean, we're just lucky.

Friday I found treasure: exposed brick walls, hardwood floors and french doors. There's only one catch: in five weeks it will all disappear.

This morning Lenah and her brother and sister and I sat in our living room eating omelets.  

The music theory book I found at Bruised Books was fascinating until I fell asleep for an hour.

I'm going to see the Hangover with Javier and Ted. 

Also, I have decided to limit my capacity for long term grudges. Any grudges, really. The only ones still in effect have been held for a minimum of four years and I'm not sure I even remember what they are. 

Still, you can't teach a middle-age dog new tricks.

 

even the hangman has friends

thought for now

my skin looks scaly

i really would sleep in that rabbit water hole

ready to make beats in a graveyard

my grandma was watching her funeral today and sometimes she laughed 

ain't we got fun? 

at least I do and I like people who do and you don't and the whole thing went helplessly rotten

but i still listen to songs about sailing and dancing and northwestern girls.

late night train car dance party: see you at midnight in sequins 

I think incomplete secret stories are the best kind.

Last night we went cupcaking and sleuthing. 

First in the parking lot behind the bar where we spied on everything while we crouched behind the car and then jumping up we scared Friend so funny. I chased J chasing me followed by my cape I kept stepping on and flapping behind like bat wings. 

"you crack me up"

But we almost cracked, we parked across the street from a farmhouse and ducked when every car that couldn't see us at all drove by/almost done for when faces floated on the porch/rolled across the road and almost smashed the cupcakes but kept the whiskey safe/crept across a field and laughed out loud because the sticks kept cracking like gunshots and we were trying to be so sneaky/stealthed up behind a barn and into the dark to leave everything on the hood.

Finally: we flapped down the driveway, two big birds dressed in black and one with a cape.

"you should check on your car!"

samurai stories are out of this world and pinochle appropriate. ask about it sometime, but only if you get scared easily.

i've run out of capital letters

four day delays make for ninety six hours of writing unfinished stories and un-sendable letters, procrastination and list making. 

i have tangible and virtual boxes of nice things i've been meaning to turn into pictures and poems on a blue background but those will have to wait until sometime soon. i plan on spending the next two hours sprinting at a standstill.

before then here is the only part of tuesday i want to talk about in real life.

i didn't touch the water because it wasn't water, it was shiny green and gooey and probably had a ph level that would have melted my fingers off and provided food for a million invisible sea creatures that will someday grow into krakens, every one.

magician on the dock

he caught a starfish

today is going slow and even the cars are keeping tempo with the music on my headphones.

thursday night bar fights in hollywood while charlie chaplain stole hat tricks and houdini disappeared.

(This is a Hat)

these are our ideas in our hat:

buy donut holes and throw them at passerby while hiding behind bushes.

Buy slingshots for previously mentioned donut holes.

Go for runs. Multiple runs all at once. Around tracks and around lakes and through parks and over hills and by swing sets.

Go to a park and swing on swings while pretending to be astronauts.

Have dance parties in the back of Janae’s truck.

Have dance parties in Josie’s bedroom loft.

Watch Harry Potter movies.

Have a tea party with little tiny cupcakes that we’ve baked and pretty tablecloths and candles that DON’T smell like anything.

go to the spunky monkey for Janae to sing karaoke.

Buy bouncy balls and play the bouncy ball game in empty parking lots after midnight.

Blow bubbles and shoot people with squirt guns.

Make macaroni faces on paper plates.

Cover our hands in elmers glue and peel it off when it dries.

Jump a rope.

Bring people pancakes for breakfast.

Play on the train tracks and take pictures.

Gross each other out with nasty popping noises.

Play scrabble or monopoly.

write love letters to anonymous recipients who live on nicely named streets like irving or klickitat. 

make prank phone calls like we used to.

oh no you just did not

but i did! I set up a flickr account!

check it: www.flickr.com/photos/ciancaandbjord

 

and Janae's and my website will be up and running hopefully sometime soon, so save the address:

www.ciancaandbjord.com

in the meantime watch this: