Category Archives: things i worry about

upside-downside

one’s perspective is always a matter of which end you choose to concern yourself with.

the new Ziggy Stardust

as the pup waits for blast-off her front leg is secured with a Fentanyl patch, a narcotic 100 times more potent that morphine. the vet insisted that we put a plastic cone on her, to make her look more like Laika, and to prevent her from chewing the patch. “if that happens,” the vet said, [...]

leg grab

One week countdown until MO’s surgery on her knee. Stevie: “I’m going to keep the good leg nice and safe.”

au jus

did i miss something or when did meat start looking like DVDs? will the full color booklets explain exactly what the difference is between the photograph for Tyson’s Beef Brisket vs. the one for Tyson’s Pork Loin (is it just the addition of a single tomato) or why the Hormel Italian Style Beef Roast says [...]

mat zapper II

it’s tuesday so i go to my yoga class a few minutes early, hoping for an illicit chance to stick my mat in the zapper. but hey! the sign that says “for authorized staff use only” is gone, and in its place is this: it looks kind of fake, the way it’s just sort of [...]

mat zapper

an “E-normous” mat zapper has suddenly appeared—happy 2010—in the hallway at my local yoga place, and around the corner near the tank tops and herbal tea is its companion, a 50-gallon bucket of Purell wipes. The mat zapper says it’s an “Ultra-Violet yoga mat sanitizer” for authorized personnel only, but the Purell wipes are free. [...]

Boston’s third album

in high school my brother and i had a friend named Dean who was obsessed (on alternating weeks) with brown dogs and when Boston’s third album was coming out. in those days OCD was rarely diagnosed, especially in New Mexico, and we took his did-i-lock-the-car did-i-lock-the-car did-i-lock-the-car neurosis in stride, like we did his musical [...]

i told you so

ever since the Northridge earthquake in 1994 i have had the fear of being inside a porta pottie, peeing into the plastic echo… and then along comes an aftershock, a giant gust of wind, or shockwaves from an asteroid crashing into the moon and BOOM! down goes the porta pottie on its side. and that’s [...]

art on/with

a few years ago an artist friend of mine moved to Oregon from Los Angeles slightly against her will and best judgment. after several gloomy months she developed a severe small-town depression and started admiring the local gourds. not wanting to be a crafts-fair artist she starting painting the gourds rather than ON them, but [...]

greenish glow of a jail cell

it’s just a sneaking suspicion BUT… it seems like our lovely city/state is so broke a missive went out from someone high up telling the cops to run people down for spare change. this morning we got a visit from a cop for having our dogs off leash in Pan Pacific Park. there are used [...]

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