2009 blog

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Cat — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 03:06:29 +0000

Two shapes awake. Curtains billow in gingerly. I’m coiled in a mighty arm, his finger tip resting on my rib. No offense, ex-boyfriend –it’s been a while. We await morning, flattened in a love Gravitron.

Shut up

Cat — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:56:55 +0000

I am going to create a holiday for the relationship-free. It’s going to be called Independents Day. On that day, everyone who is in a relationship will have to buy *us* flowers and candy. And possibly fellate us I haven’t decided yet.

Dream

Cat — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 18:55:55 +0000

I watched a vulnerable man fall into a semi-frozen lake, right in front of me. I did not jump in after him. Someone else came to his rescue, giving me a scornful look.

I like Biggie.

Cat — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:43:48 +0000

I like Notorious BIG. He ate ribs in the bath tub. Well I can’t back that up, but he looks like the type. It was criminally unhealthy the way he lived. But he managed to make overcompensation look kinda cool.

helpires

Cat — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 04:07:27 +0000

At lunch during a discussion on social work burnout, one of the therapists from our outpatient psychiatry unit leaned back in her chair, looked dreamily up at the ceiling and said, “Maybe I am too sensitive for my job but I never want to stop.”

diversity

Cat — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 01:12:27 +0000

I’d just like to state that I am normally a well-behaved consumer of goods and services. That’s why I can’t explain what went wrong today at the hardware store. I ordered keys and did some shopping. On returning to the counter they couldn’t find my keys, and I was asked to describe the associate who took them. I could have said, “tall, thin, mustachioed with glasses. Who doesn’t jump at the chance to say “mustachioed”? But my answer was “Caucasian.”

countdown

Cat — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 07:14:56 +0000

The New Year’s Eve sparkly plastic crown lets us know that there’s a celebration afoot. It also tells us the celebrant does not trust observers to piece together a. what day it is, or b., whether or not there has been alcohol. I am trying to remember the last time I felt compelled to stand around with a bunch of drunk people cheering on the approach of midnight. I think it was in the 1990s, before the deregulation of party supplies allowed importation of disposable spectacles with zeros for eyes.

Did the cheering crowds consider that the unknown year they were welcoming in might be murderous? For some party-goers, this will, unfortunately, be it. I wonder if they’d still be cheering if they knew that. Instead of plastic hats and glasses, and syrupy bar drinks, I think coffins should become the new traditional symbols of New Year’s Eve. They could be glittery ones, made from non-recyclable plastics to maintain familiarity.