aim's Blog

aim

aim
Location
Hamp,
Birthday
August 04
Title
friend
Company
good
Bio
I like cheese, wine, art openings, art shoes, art installations, poetry, single malt scotch, the sublime if I can define it, the ridiculous whenever i can find it, food in general, ethnographic history ie OPS ie Other People's Stories.

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NOVEMBER 21, 2009 12:01AM

"Recalculating. Recalculating."

"Recalculating."  Yeah, well, ha ha bitch I just took a right! You can recalculate my ass driving away from your commands since I, stupid little slut, actually know where I am going because I live here and you don't.

You're in MY neighborhood now, you bossy little twat. I will SHOW you… Read full post »

I woke up and cried.

Last night, I went to case review for the program I work for, a rape/crisis program that runs a hotline and provides advocacy for survivors of sexual trauma/domestic violence/abuse.

I kind of knew it MIGHT happen, but found out last night that the S.A.N.E. program is… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 16, 2009 8:13PM

Dear Diary

I'm on OS again. It has been pretty good. Someone is always putting up pictures of stupid stuff, so, dunno.

I totally rocked on some comments - yay me! - but then I was like "Loser! get a life!" and then I was like, cigs and I smoked two in a… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 7, 2009 5:19AM

The Museum of Lost Things

I will meet you in the rain, at midnight,

at the museum of lost things.

We are curators, cataloguing abandoned shoes,

discarded in wild joy or endless despair.

Nothing here comes in pairs.

I'll meet you in silence or a cacophony, the

gallery of tears and cries can never

be… Read full post »

Here's some pictures:

This is on my long commute, two days a week, through the hills.

commute 1 

 I drive. I don't canoe.  The light got better.

commute 3 

 Makes me feel lucky, you know?

commute 2

The tree in the backyard, today. From my third floor perch/porch.

back porch 

&nbs… Read full post »

 

Eulogy

Only the little slice of night between turning

out the light and actual sleep grants some

sense of the reality of your death.

In the Christian world view  I am to

celebrate the triumph of your march

from life support to respiratory arrest.

I cut myself on a stained glass… Read full post »

 dad in dress whites.

 My father died when I was 21. I was in Massachusetts, he was in Scotland. Although when he took his last breath I was in NYC visiting friends. My brother was flying to Scotland to be the one to be there at his bedside. He died two hours before Stewart arrived.… Read full post »

I had a beautiful afternoon and evening with a dear friend and her adult children - and grandchild! It made me realize how much I appreciate great parenting, and how much that was missing in my own childhood. I had lousy parenting, and many of us have had mediocre parenting, and don't… Read full post »

OCTOBER 15, 2009 2:24PM

I'm Sick Of Answering Stupid Questions

I'm just sick of it. Today:

Him: That clock is half an hour slow.

Me: I think the batteries are dying.

Him: Oh. What kind of batteries are they?

Me: The normal kind.

I just don't have the energy for it. This is another example of why it is better for… Read full post »

OCTOBER 9, 2009 1:59PM

My Life With The Mafia

I got a weird chat request on Facebook last night, from the older brother of a grade school friend whom I haven't seen since I was 14. Yes, I accepted his friend request months ago because, hell, why not? It's Jimmy Manijek. I'm sure he drives muscle cars and still loves… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 29, 2009 1:19PM

I Am Whelmed

I called in well today. I cancelled an appointment - a fairly important appointment, but a two hour appointment that would take me 45 minutes to drive to and back from -because, fuck it, today I am well but whelmed.

I'm whelmed by driving. I saw a fatal accident yesterday. I… Read full post »

TODAY:I was driving one of my clients from the V.A. - Veterans Administration - rehab, on our weekly outing, and this truck was tailgating me. It's common - I go the speed limit or just above when I'm driving two lane roads in bucolic New England enjoying some after lunch
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SEPTEMBER 22, 2009 11:59PM

OS Poem

There you are, like a book I want to read,

Like just squeezed juice, like rain.

 

It’s all in the oven, already already

Baked, this thought I have become.

 

The chair a chair or seat on a ride,

This ride, this perfect fear.

 

This fear, this crazy fear, like crazy… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 19, 2009 10:08PM

star (a poem)

Look at me look, look at my feet.

My silly feet, my sturdy legs , my hips placed

Just there above them.

I totally hate my feet! It's true.

 

Look at my pictures. All of them. Look.

The background, if you see that, it’s blurry.

That was the pope. The pope!… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 15, 2009 2:17AM

MS Paint on OS Gallery : UPDATED

self portrait cold 

This is my self portrait COLD.

 It could also be called Multicolored SLUG with FACE, and HAT Due To COLD.

 

my mine2  

 Pretty Jazz Singer With Men

 

abbott 

Kitty

 

 

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SEPTEMBER 8, 2009 11:06PM

I LOVE OPEN SALON, AND HERE'S WHY

Fooled you, didn't I.

You expected more CAPS LOCK. Ok, there's this weird spot on my leg like I bumped it but I didn't bump it. My Sigoth got stung by a wasp or something when we hiked on Sunday and it's totally swollen and getting worse. Mystery wounds.

I hate the neighbors. I'm… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 5, 2009 11:53PM

Oh my god, my mother

My Mom is not doing well. She is going through some really significant health problems. I have been really busy and have not given as much time as I would like to her. But my schedule is slowing down, and I want to make a committment to seeing her once a week,… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 3, 2009 2:05AM

good night

I have a problem with sleep. Maybe if I say good night I can stop this part of my lack of sleep indicators.

Sleep Poem

Good night angels of despair and sufferers.

Good night to the boys of summer.

Good night to the ache in the corner of a sentence

or the… Read full post »

BEWARE WHEN YOU CLICK THAT LINK, I AM NOT RESPOSIBLE FOR YOUR REACTION.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04 Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 1, 2009 2:17AM

THE VERY BEST BAD SONG

It's really hard to remember! I was: Living on Martha's Vineyard, working for a crazy rich lady (as usual). I had a funky stereo system with a turn table -total thrift shop junk but it played records and tapes.

My answering machine had tapes!  I received phone calls from my… Read full post »

The poetry of the mind in the act of finding

What will suffice. It has not always had

To find: the scene was set; it repeated what

Was in the script. 

Wallace Stevens

 

My friend my friend, I was born

doing reference work in sin, and born

confessing it. This… Read full post »

I was four years away from being born when JFK was assassinated. My mother tells the story thus: My father was the minister for a UCC church, and the parsonage was next to a Catholic school. My father was composing his sermon when he heard the sound of the rosary being… Read full post »