January 1, 2017 § 4 Comments
5 books in a series begun two years ago, exploring the vagaries, the moods and nuances of SELF: Who am I. What do I want. How do I know.
(Footing; self; name; place; hole in the grid).
And the projects along the way which include a few indices and lexicons yet to be pulled together
So under the rubric of syntactical drift, and the play of snigow (otherwise intended to have been mobius (<–you see the upside down and backwards of it, yes?) and working with lists of words already in play and words not yet brought into play I will go forward in mirth and good cheer, with hope, and my pollyanna in pigtails and ribbons on the one hand &, nasty pussy full of hiss and vinegar claws at the ready on the other.
July 29, 2006 § 1 Comment
1. Rule number one: HAVE FUN. The best surfer is the one having the most fun.
2. You’ll never have fun if you try to be cool.
3. When it’s time to stop, stop, but never quit.
4. You must be able to see the truck, or truck-equivalent, from the water.
The only one we ever broke isn’t on that list. Don’t get on a moving train.
And like most good tests it came up in the middle of a night on a side line out in the middle of nowhere and the only damn trains were moving ones.