Archive for April, 2002


Tuesday, April 30th, 2002

What would Ayla do?

Small Penis Man

Monday, April 29th, 2002

A strictly aural assault.


Saturday, April 27th, 2002

I talk to myself. I always have. The more I am alone, the more I talk to myself. And I’m alone a lot these days. This by-product of solitude is now a requisite for solitude. I talk to myself and I get damn irritable when someone interrupts. Don’t derail my train of thought. I need […]

And Throw in the Kitchen Sink

Monday, April 22nd, 2002

Films with too many ideas are better than films with too few.

The Cabby Commiserates

Saturday, April 13th, 2002

Driving me mad.

Cute Socks

Friday, April 12th, 2002

I love my cute socks. When did I become such a girly girl?

As the Twig is Bent

Thursday, April 11th, 2002

As the Twig is Bent: Sketches of a Bittersweet Life.
Winifred Foley.
Taplinger Publishing Company, New York. 1978.
Published in England as: A Child in the Forest. 1974.

Sketches of early twentieth century life as an impoverished coal miner’s daughter in rural Gloucestershire.

A Scolding

Wednesday, April 10th, 2002

Dances with squirrels.

Strength, Dignity, and Laughter

Tuesday, April 9th, 2002

Elevating us above the mundane.

His and Hers

Monday, April 8th, 2002

When our mothers visit.

The surface and beneath the surface