russian poets party

andrei rodionov & angel

ryan walker

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i wrecked my bike on the way to work. fortunately my face broke my fall. a stupid white guy was jogging by while i was on the ground with a broken helmet, a broken bike, broken sunglasses, and he made eye contact and kept going, even though there was no one else around on foot on rock creek parkway. then this latino guy named jorge in a bulldozer asked me what happened because i was dragging my bike down the trail with a scuffed face. he got down and fixed my tired so it would spin and i could push the bicicleta. the giant egg on my head doesn't hurt so maybe it never will.

my friend kate hitchhiking the visa trip (santiago to mendoza & back over the andes to renew your tourist visa). she apparently started a band with some nuns on the way back.

someone is hosting church in an apt. near me. thank you jesus.

it occurred to me to go to church today. i like the idea of going to church today. esp. because i'm not a god person. or maybe i am. so i went to the all souls unitarian church's web site to find out what time to go but the site's down. that is definitely a sign. that i am about to willingly buy something. maybe only metaphorically willingly.

why am i out of bed is the more you know question.

let me preface this by saying i am happy today.

the house my mother grew up in where my grandparents lived until they died collapsed into a mine shaft this week. they lived in a little brick house in a working class neighborhood--lots of houses close together. now there is no basement and it is by all accounts in a dangle over the pit. the people who have lived there since my family sold it five years ago are upset because they didn't have house sucked into a mine shaft insurance. i don't know what anyone would be mining.

i am not happy because of this incident, by the way. i am unreasonably happy. i think it might be the weather but i hate to have a cause for this effect.

someone told me today to get more epiphanies. she wasn't joking. i tried to get at least one today but it didn't work. i got dizzy once but didn't hallucinate or anything and maybe was imagining i was dizzy. really i was trying to have an epiphany which made me want to take metamucil or something.

i'm working on a book for a co-worker's baby shower. it's called "childless people SPEAK OUT: advice to parents of children" and it's a comic book. but it's not funny. it's serious. maybe i'll post some of it.

YOUR MOUTH IS YOUR POLICEMAN