aim's Blog
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.
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “You MIGHT snap me out of
my sluggish gloom if I read
this a
few more times.
I've…”
2:54PM - “That's a great story!
It's never too late to find
out you
were, indeed,
"wor…”
2:45PM - “Thank you for doing
something I didn't intend to
do, making
it fun that I
didn't…”
2:01PM - “Lovely and a very nice
way to begin the day. (What
can I say,
I'm a slug in the
m…”
11:36AM - “Aw, but you and Johnny
look so happy on the boat, all
tucked
into his towel!
I
lo…”
12:39AM
Aim's Links
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"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 »
News From The Rape/Crisis Front: It's Not Good
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 »
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 »
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 »
Autumn, Kitties, Questionable Halloween Display - Pictures
Here's some pictures:
This is on my long commute, two days a week, through the hills.
I drive. I don't canoe. The light got better.
Makes me feel lucky, you know?

The tree in the backyard, today. From my third floor perch/porch.
&nbs… Read full post »
The Day My Father Died - Part II : A Poem.
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 »
The Day My Father Died (updated with pictures)

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 »
Just A Love Note To All The Parents On OS
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
Slow Down! A Driving Rant. With Happy Ending.
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 »
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 »
MS Paint on OS Gallery : UPDATED
This is my self portrait COLD.
It could also be called Multicolored SLUG with FACE, and HAT Due To COLD.
Pretty Jazz Singer With Men
Kitty
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 »
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 »
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 »
THIS IS THE LAST ONE FEATURING LEONARD NIMOY
BEWARE WHEN YOU CLICK THAT LINK, I AM NOT RESPOSIBLE FOR YOUR REACTION.
THE VERY BEST BAD SONG
THIS ONE IS SO BAD YOU WILL UNFAVORITE ME
THE BEST BAD SONG EVER I TRIPLE DARE YOU
BIG QUESTION: What were you doing before the internet?
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 »
Three Stanzas from Poems (Listen Read Hear Talk)
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 »
RIP Ted Kennedy - from a Massachusetts native daughter
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 »
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