Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Looking for things

  • I read a poem this morning written by Alberto Rios. It was good. ("God is in the details.")
  • I parked my car in a snowy parking lot unable to see the lines. The crunch underfoot was was satisfying. (Thought: does the sound of crunching things as we walk make us sadists? A Godzilla in a frozen city of icy snow.) (If the snow melts while I'm at work will my car appear to be parked haphazardly with no regard to the lines that give our car lives order?)
  • I made a joke about sounding like Mrs. Doubtfire and it was funny.