barrington99@gmail.com Ohhh…I don’t feel so good. I feel little hung-over actually.Why, you might ask. Did you party the night away and drink too much?Ummm. No. I stayed up ’til 4 AM sitting in the stinky papasan chair reading Jeffrey Eugenides’ Middlesex. And I ate too much cake yesterday at a birthday day tea. The better I … Read more
Ever notice how some days seem to have a theme? I was driving around the other day when the radio played a version of that Junior Kimbrough blues song, Done Got Old, which starts out with the phrase “Done got old, can’t do the things I used to do.” This was shortly after a discussion … Read more
The most comfortable chair in the house is this oneA papasan chair with a decent cushion, red and velvety soft.One of the few not infused with dandelion fluff fibersOf cat’s fur. There is a reason for this.A story of how the cat once peed on this chair, on this very velvety cushion.How they took it … Read more
Had a BBQ last week end. Sent it out to the whole listserv at school. It’s the beginning of the term for the new incoming teaching assistants, so figured the new could meet the old. The party started at six. The rain started at 5:30.Not a lot of new people, but other friends were very … Read more
There are many. Sometimes I feel I ride in the wake of those who are more energetic than I and would barely do anything other than sit on my couch without their catalytic force. I feel I am very fortunate in this regard, as friends who call invite me to leave my house, neighbors stop … Read more
Today is Friday. When I can avoid it–though this is not often, I don’t leave my neighborhood on Fridays. Perhaps it is just a throwback perception from my time in L.A., but I feel that even here in Tally, the traffic is at the same time slower and scarier on Fridays, especially by afternoon. So … Read more
(Question: Where am I?) And rightly so, I find. When I occasionally emerge, I have little to talk about except the screenplay I’m writing, and when I talk the story instead of writing it, my listener (more often than not, my husband) invariably has issues with my plans for plot, characters, etc. Because I have … Read more
It could be a favorite teacher or un-favorite, kindergarten or college. Teachers among us might want to consider teachers we would like to be like, and if we come close to meeting our aspirations. Teachers who seemed like other beings, who, looking back, we realize are us. Sorry, no extra credit.
And it is On The Lot (If you haven’t seen it, you might want to skip this post…It is long and grueling and deals only with On The Lot.) Tonight I sat through an hour long tribal council with no flashbacks and more commercial breaks than the last half hour of a movie on the … Read more
It’s smoky, and has been for days. The skies look cloudy and grey, and there is grey haze over everything. The winds smell, not unpleasant, but unhealthy…as in it doesn’t feel healthy to breath only smoky air! In Tallahassee we can’t see the fires but there are something like fifteen burning around the state, the … Read more