alles gute mechthild!

restore from saved draft?

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 20:07:45 GMT

last night k.wells took me to her friend drew's house in ohio city cleveland. she was wearing sequined shorts that chafed her thunder thighs.

too many things to write about, nobody caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares. waking up in the morning feeling sorrow and loneliness. crying during movies about nazi germany like a sissy, man up and face fascism intellectually! eye-gouging panoramas of rogers park beaches! how long until you are obsolete?

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 23:03:21 GMT

Italian Cooking from kathleen s on Vimeo.

caroline

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 15:22:11 GMT

mourning the loss of the pop king, a legand, best performer of all time. by having an epic WO hehe OOW dance party. JAAAAMON yaaa know it WOO nananana. and for all you haters- such pathetic jabs at someone greater than you- RESPECT. thanks bye.

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 15:07:32 GMT

i think livejournal may be dead.

revised version livejournal friends may read

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 20:00:39 GMT

GARLIC IN POCKETS

seeing, then remembering
tiny scabs from scrubbing
hard with bristles that hurt
when elastic snaps

heels too big in leather straps
mara jaan is smoking and then walking
where the blue light beats and flutters
feeble bone breaks and stutters

februa
mara smoking and then walking
and dutifully trotting
looking down all the way
down in the alleyway

feverish
walking while she fingernails
a hard cooked egg in the winter chill
along side streets and hollers
each turn whips the elastic
she's been saving
for the right morning eye looking light

steam
apples frigid,
hiss, taste like roses
from trees adrift
with strange dreams
secretly a mendicant is searching
for the weeds creased in the cracks
there.

unwanted sexual attention so we can get a sensual seduction

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 19:54:08 GMT

the past few days:

a girl in my class told me i was unquestionably a lesbian, "but feminine", so i went along with it, wishing i wasn't straight, and i wanted to hear insider conversation about who in the class was and was not gay. then she leaned across me on the train to point something out and i felt awkward about it. she's really cool though.

i was riding my bike and heard the following things(in the following order): "dat booty looks soft, girl," "i like that" "do you have a phone number?" "do you have a boyfriend?" "i'm really enjoying the view right now", "does that bike seat feel good baby?", and "hey tramp on that bike i see you looking at me".

i accepted copious amounts of weed in exchange for mild sleaze, but i didn't get high, because i never get high from weed, i think my mind is just in that plane anyway.

then, i ran into one of my students at a party, who asked "are you with this beautiful girl?" and then he said i had a good soul. i tried to contradict him by laughing ditzily and shrugging him off when he gave me a plastered hug. then i felt guilty for being such a bitch and i sent him an email saying, happy birthday.

the dude i'm into, though, happens to live with the dude i'm not over. i think i'm just being self-destructive. i want his help fixing my bike, and then i want to ride to bend, oregon, scape the land, and wander the woods. i wonder what freud would say about all this

i also wrote this during a class taught by one of the subjects

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:11:27 GMT

white guys with thick plastic glasses
white guys with beards
and jesus hair - or receding hairlines
or jesus chest hair curling out of old
shirts proclaiming membership (to sci fi fan clubs)
There is nothing in chicago
to interrupt the ebb and tide of
white guys in thermals underneath
tailored pants proclaiming membership
white girls with industrial piercings
and other intimidating people on the train
and on the street, where eye
contact is only allowed from under
hats or glasses, otherwise the
world is reduced to teeming
sunken resentful glances, real jobs with
real hours - 40 or 50 at minimum, says Dad,
not the tribalist or socialist sandals
propped on a table sitting at a countertop
not paying for internet or cable
white girls who lost their glasses
take anthropology classes and read
way too far into marxist tragedies
but practice their strategies
in magic the gathering (but
blathering) on on and on and on and on
with such wack sonnets
"i carry garlic in my pockets
and passionate kissing dreams are
better than sex dreams, heart sinking
with the ship dreams are realities"
marxist bitches think they're distanced
from life's banalities - well catch me if you can girls
in the best of all possible worlds
i'm a deeply half-educated man

Life's answer

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:20:28 GMT

Kayla Ray, summoned,
agreed to meet
where the muscular rivers wrestle forever
and set down upon the charred marrow
in the boles of the bleached bones
which litter the tables in the garden
of the Gods' perennial lodge

in perfect profile
nobody sauntered by
a long lonesome boxcar
at high noon or any other time
only under the bridge
a cork and needle had nodded
all the way from Portsmouth--

Her own sap rising in frozen flow
Kayla Ray dug out
one of the hairy ears of the earth
a spiny orb sheathed by fleshy leaves,
and pressed the reek of new humus
to one tastebud

further north--
"just a small creature that does a small job
quickly, and well,"
Draba creeps along state borders
in the still wet shoes of Osiris
squishing softly over pawprints
and climbing the veiny lanes
rank only from the inside
glints through mysterio fo.

koans

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 06:50:36 GMT

i have sudden and strong maternal desires. to fill up my life with john steinbeck's ghost babies. toni morrison does have kids, though.

getting your heart broken is so easy. it's so funny. you've just got to laugh at it. for instance, every day i look out my window, and i can see a bottle of beer the size of andre the giant.

fuck
this
noise
dirt
dirt is the answer
red legs running
twitching in your sleep

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 02:16:29 GMT

hahaahahaha

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 21:37:20 GMT

http://www.biophile.org/songs/Aves/
if you're not laughing right now, turn up your speakers and hit "refresh"

A Lapland Longspur Tragedy

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 19:28:24 GMT

........

About the middle of March, 1904, there appeared in the daily papers of several Minnesota cities and villages brief telegraphic statements of the destruction of large numbers of a small brown bird during the night of March 13-14 in and about the villages of Worthington and Slayton in southwestern Minnesota, well out in the prairie portion of the State. A day or two later several of the dead birds were sent by a physician of Slayton to the State University at Minneapolis, and were referred to the writer for identification. They proved to be Lapland Longspurs (Calcarius lapponicus). Nearly a week had now elapsed, but as it was learned by telephoning to one of the towns in question that the accounts were not unfounded or exaggerated and that abundant evidence of the bird destruction still remained, Dr. L. O. Dart was sero as a representative of the State Natural History Survey to gather all possible data bearing upon the event, and it is from the information secured by him that this account is prepared.

Dr. Dart went first to Worthington and Slayton, the two places where the birds were killed in greatest numbers, and there made careful personal examination into the then existing conditions by studying the numbers and distribution of the dead birds and the post mortem findings; and also had a series of interviews with various residents who had been eye-witnesses of the event. A less thorough examination was made at several other places. A few days later letters of inquiry were addressed to the postmasters at some twenty-three villages in southwestern Minnesota, northwestern Iowa and southeastern South Dakota in an attempt to secure further information that nfight give some definite idea of the extent of the area of destruction. Ten replies were received to these letters. Most of the citizens in the towns where the birds were killed had been so impressed by the extent and unusual character of the phenomenon that they were ready and indeed eager to give their experiences and to get any expression of opinion as to the causes of what was locally called •'the great bird shower."

Beginning his observations at Worthington, the county seat of Noble County, on March 22, eight days after the Longspurs were destroyed, Dr. Dart found large numbers of dead birds in all the streets of the village, but it was said that many had been washed away by a hard rain storm which occurred on the night of the 20th. All over the courthouse yard dead birds lay only five or six feet apart, and this was reported to have been the condition throughout the town the morning after the storm. Adjoining the town on the west and the east lie two small lakes, each having an area, at a very conservative estimate, of one square mile. The winter ice was still on these lakes but the snow had melted and frozen again, thus presenting an unobstructed hard surface. Here the dead birds were more conspicuous than among the grass and mud of the fields and town, and the ice was found to be everywhere dotted with their bodies over the entire surface of both lakes. Dr. Dart walked out to the middle of each lake and made careful estimates by measuring off a number of twenty-foot-square areas in various places and counting the birds in each.

The average showed five and a half birds to the four hundred square feet, or a total of 374,328 birds on each lake, which reveals the remarkable fact that in round figures there were 750,000 Lapland Longspurs on the surface of these two lakes alone! And this figure, large as it may seem, is really less than the truth, for the estimate, in order to keep well within bounds, has been cut in one or two places, and a million birds, incredible though it may seem, is probably nearer the truth.

In clmups of bushes around one of these lakes were many live Longspurs, showing evidences of various injuries more or less severe. Some could not fly sufficiently to avoid being taken in the hand. They had evidently managed since the storm to eke out an existence in these sheltered places, unnatural haunts though they were for Lapland Longspurs. At a residence in town were seen two live Longspurs, a male and fernale, among the plants in a window garden where they had been fed and lived contentedly since their capture on the 14th. They were not at all shy. Dr. Dart states in his notes that from his observations about town he could not determine positively that there were, or had been, more dead birds under the wires than elsewhere.

The interviews had at Worthington resulted as follows: The village night-watchman said that on the night of the 13th-14th there was practically no wind and that snow was falling steadily and quietly during a portion of the night. He first noticed the birds about 11:00 p.m, and from that hour they were abundant until morning. They were most numerous in the vicinity of the electric street lamps but he remarked, "they seemed to be everywhere."

He saw many fly against buildings and picked them up dead and heard others strike and fall in the darkness. He said the ground in places was covered with dead, wounded and apparently unhurt birds. A great many were buried in the snow with just their heads out and some of them when picked up, warmed, and dried, would fly away as well as ever so far as he could see. These birds appeared to him more bewildered than hurt.

The night telegraph operator stated that he counted sixty-one dead birds in going one and one-half blocks and saw fully one hundred live ones. He caught seven or eight of the latter, carried them home, warmed and dried them and when released next day, they flew off all right, except one bird which was injured. The night was not cold. The snow was in large flakes, quite wet, and fell quietly to the depth of five or six inches. The birds began to arrive about 11 p.m. and continued until three or four in the morning.

Another observer who was out at midnight said that the air was everywhere full of birds but that they were more numerous about the electric lights than elsewhere. He saw some inside of the arc-light globes. Many were captured and examined. Some were injured but others were not. These latter would lie in the snow and make no effort to escape. The feathers of many were soaked from the wet snow. The walks and streets were covered with dead and live birds.

An electrician in the employ of the electric light company reported that on the night in question there was a scarcely perceptible wind from a little east of south. The temperature was above freezing. The birds appeared about 11 P.m. and kept coming 'until nearly daylight. He corroborated what the others had said but thought that the next morning the dead birds were most numerous under the electric lights and network of wires in the central portion of the village. The ground in such places was literally covered with them. He took five or six out of one electric light globe. He caught ten or twelve and took them home. They were not timid and ate ravenously out of the hand. All flew away when liberated later.

A Mr. Drobeck reported that on the morning following the storm he noticed lumps or balls of snow on the roof of his barn and that when they thawed in the morning sun, they were found to contain live birds. The heads of the birds would first appear, and then, shaking off the snow, they would sit for a time in the sun drying and preening themselves and then fly off. He caught several and took them in the house and it was two of these birds that Dr. Dart saw in his window garden a week later. This curious statement was corroborated by a second observer. Evidently the birds had become wet and snow-laden, and falling into the sticky snow had by their efforts rolled themselves into snow-balls.

...

As to the explanation of this catastrophe: It is plain enough that on the fateful night there was in progress an immense migratory movement of Lapland Longspurs leaving the prairies of Iowa where they had passed the winter months for their summer homes in the Northland, and that becoming confused in the storm-area by the darkness and heavy falling snow they were attracted by the lights of the towns and congregated in great numbers over and about these places. In their bewildered condition great numbers flew against various obstacles and were killed or stunned while many others sank to the ground exhausted. It would also seem probable that a considerable number became wet and snow-laden by reason of the character of the snow, and thus, unable to fly, were forced downward to the earth to be dashed to death if falling from a considerable height, or simply stunned if from a lower elevation. This theory that the birds fell heavily or darted swiftly downward from high in the air would seem to be the only way to explain the presence and the extensively mutilated condition of the dead birds on the ice of the lakes at Worthington and elsewhere. Many of the dead birds found in the yards and fields and on the roofs of buildings appear to have met death in the same manner.

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Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:12:46 GMT

LIKE THERE'S NOTHING LEFT??????
BY THE WAY i should take this opportunity to mention,
vacuuming.livejournal.com
is mostly PRIVATE
but not privatized

?????