Halloween

We are invited to this big Halloween party where if you don't arrive in a costume you get thrown into the pool. I'm probably going as a volcano. Here is my costume design. CC doesn't know what he's going to be yet.

Ed Sortoson

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Ed Sortoson was fat. Too fat, with cheeks that bulged as though filled with handfuls of caramel popping corn and a belly that quivered viciously as he walked briskly about the grounds of the offices where he worked, at a pace too fast for his build and his face in a scowl that prompted his employees to laugh behind cupped hands and to whisper fat jokes quietly through their straight white teeth into paper cups over thin bent frames at the water cooler- the boss, and though they respected him enough to his face they snickered at him behind his broad, cushioned back, to which he pretended not to see or to hear but which he saw and he heard as plain and as clear as the nose buried into his puffy face, which is why he scowled so, and he muttered under his breath important dates of meetings and deadlines and accounts for the people in Japan or in Argentina, who trusted him fat or not to deliver their goods and make their promises no matter how he looked or how fast his heart pumped as he hurried across the office building´s courtyard with its cool fountains and palm trees and snack machines that vended him full of hydrogenated vegetable oils and sucroses and fructoses several times a day, everyday.

Fiction

His hands are thin, dry- the palms are narrow with transparent callouses on the bottoms. He rubs them nervously together when he's standing or against the sides of his pants when he sits, all day long. All year long.
"But how did you feel when she left?"
"I didn't know she was gone," he said.

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His hands are large and warm, the fingers short and stubby. The tips are yellowed from holding hundreds of cigarettes. His arms wave around making constant assertions; his hands chop the air, slap the desk, hold his head in frustration as he predicates the whole point, the whole truth. That being abroad is like being in a mirror: everything inconsequential about you, inside out.
"Then, were you able to forget?"
He smiles. "I think, I was not."

Conversations with Elle

Me: I tried to post a comment on a youtube video once, but my comment wouldn't load. The little whirly thing just kept spinning and spinning and it never stopped.
Elle Aiessae: Okaaaaaaay.... what did you want to say?
Me: .................
Elle: "I really liked this video"?
Me: ................
Elle: "Cool!"?
Me: ROFLOL I DONT REMEMBER ROFLOL
Elle: You are so retarded

In Memory of Suki, the "Queensland Heeler"

Suki

1992- February 2nd, 2010

What can you say when a dog you've had for over seventeen years passes away? I have so many wonderful memories of Suki- she was the only dog besides Coko that learned to sit, shake, and speak, or that could jump onto the trampoline with a grand running start (and so was able to get extra special "alone" time with us). She also used to sit on top of her house like Snoopy. Once she climbed up a pile of firewood and onto the top of the fence, and then proceeded to walk the length of the fence like a tightrope to the neighbor's house. Elle and I happened to look out the window sometime after and we saw her standing up there looking into the neighbor's windows and we ran outside to get her down. She also liked to swim and eat persimmons and cherries.

Suki was a wonderful dog and we will never, ever forget her.


Thanks Suki, for all the amazing memories. We love you so much.