Refracted Neurons

The city is a tipsy lady twisting her fingers through her hair, her bracelet the moon. When she rises, the streets sway in half-time, and I need to stop thinking about you, walking towards me in a crowd, your fingers twirling a pencil, your face, the moon rising and the streets sag around you and I can't stop thinking the city is drunk on your bare wrists, more lovely than the tendons of the moon. If you scroll, the building seems to move . . . ____________________________ Well, summer is officially here, and I'm not just talking about the solstice.  School is ending and I have no idea how regularly I'll manage to blog over the summer. I'll still be working on Egregious and this week is actually a big week for this story.  So if you've been following the story at all, hop on over to egregiousbook.blogspot.com .  I'm not posting a teaser this week, I'll just leave you with the chapter's title: Death is a

Since social games are getting so popular these days, I figured it was probably time to dust off ye olde Anti-Social Bingo and yet again release it into the world.  I think I first crafted this around 15 years ago, so it may be a little . . . . . . I have no idea what to say. It was based on an activity we actually used as a group, and having been really obsessed with xerox machines at the time, I made some cut-and-paste-and-copy modifications to the original.  I think my changes were transformative, but I suppose that's up to debate.  Anyhow, I remade it in Excel and made it so it's actually playable with a standard Bingo set.  It mostly conforms to the standard rules.  You can play two ways, either 1. The player must complete the action before marking the square or 2. The player must complete each action upon Bingo. Let chaos reign. There is a downloadable set of five on  my Google Docs .  Next time you're invited to a board game party, take a set with you al

If you know me well enough to sit down at the table with me, then you know that I'm picky.  My best friend reminded me of that this weekend by triumphantly declaring that she had celebrated National Doughnut Day.  "Yuck," I cringed. "Next week is Jelly-filled Doughnut Day," she sang, no doubt still high on all that powdered sugar. "Oh God," I prayed, "Why isn't there a something-that's-not-disgusting day?" *********************************************** One of the things I'm not overly fond of is fondue.  This wouldn't really be that strange, except that I own a fondue pot.  Actually, I think at one point I owned two fondue pots.  Now before you get angry at me for owning something impractical that is used for something I hate, lean in a little closer. Closer . . . Let me whisper in your ear . . . Sukiyaki.   Shabu Shabu.  Hot Pot.  One pot soups . . . Shabu Plus I honestly had never had anything other

Just sit on the shore, tuck your legs underneath you, watch the brown water eddy and pool. Let loneliness come to you. Let her blow around you, hair whipping, cheeks stinging, fold in on yourself like a bud. Let loveliness come to you, like a flower opening uncaring, unseen, unspoken. Turn towards me lips to my ear. Let loneliness come.

If you do a Google search for "weird things to do in Seattle," inevitably one of the things will be to visit the Gum Wall. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against giant walls of spit (actually a spitball wall sounds pretty awesome), but the Gum Wall is not really that weird, nor is it unique to Seattle. Sure, it makes a great background for a selfie. Yeah, if you lick it, it's delicious. But "delicious selfie" was not what I was searching for. Although maybe I should have, since I found this article when I used that search phrase, and that's much more along the lines of what I was looking for. I'm a Facebook admin for a friend, so I spend a lot of time running search queries I normally wouldn't and "strange Seattle" is always up there on the list. So before I go off on a tangent, let me just say that I would love to hear from you about any weird landmarks/destinations/secrets you've found in the city. Feel free to scrol