Diary of a Teenage Girl

Yes, it's difficult,
but also honest, true, and
kind of wonderful.

The Martian

Space movies make me
anxious. I liked the red sand
and the botany!

RIP

I asked Mark if he would please dispose of the corpse in our back yard if he has time before he and Isaac leave for New York (where Isaac is moving into a Washington Heights apartment for his Union Semester semester!). After forcing myself to gaze at the thing with teeth, I determined that it is definitely the body of our former friend, Mr Groundhog, who was cute and fat and waddly, also rarely seen.

(I was thinking about "corpse" versus "carcass," how one is generally used for people and the other for animals, which made me think about the German verb "essen," "to eat," which apparently only applies to humans--animals "fressen" instead. I am absolutely guilty of anthropomorphizing--in fact, I kind of love it--but I've known some animals way too well to think of them as just eating like animals until they turn into carcasses...I mean that even at my most rational, I grant them some emotional lives and some individuality.)

Anyway, I don't want to deal with the remains of the formerly adorable gentleman known as Mr Groundhog.

One row above, one row beneath

There is something in the back yard that is so disturbing. It's a thing that Gus found back there and Mark let him play with a little, tossing it around happily, and then they came in and just left it there. It's a thing with teeth, and the only reason I haven't had a nightmare about it yet is that I only just saw it with my own eyes this afternoon. Yep, it's got teeth, I thought to myself.

In dream news, I have been remember boring bits, like in one dream I was at a lecture but I couldn't keep my eyes open (I am often exhausted beyond belief in my dreams), and then I was applying some lip balm in a bathroom but squirted it all over myself. It was clear and smelled like peppermint, and I was wiping it off my coat with a damp paper towel.

But the dream of the thing with teeth is coming.

Oh, in the category of disturbing things with teeth, there's this horrific item.

Joy

Elevator pitch:
"Lawrence, De Niro, Cooper...
and, well, uh...a mop."

1.2

Cold and bright and lovely, just like a January sunrise should be. I feel so lucky. Lonely too, missing holiday family and sweeties and even Mark, who's briefly in Kansas. But lucky to have them all.

Rabbit rabbit, 2016!

Rabbit rabbit, sweethearts.

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

W.S. Merwin