http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat A ridiculous inclination towards blindness. Sun, 06 Apr 2008 06:03:02 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I saw a man; it was one of those brilliantly clear days. He was feeding the pidgeons, but they were not pidgeons, they were seagulls and crows, and they were everywhere, scattered at my feet, also in the morning, many hours later, before the sun had risen: flying against the ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2008/04/06/singing-april/ You're nine years old, wandering around in a mostly closed mall with a cousin, three years ahead of you. This was before they started closing off the bits of the mall with the closed shops; before all the new security, maybe before all the crime, who knows, you were ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2008/04/02/the-rules/ January never showed up; and February and I, we walk with eyes closed in the rain in silent Sunday streets, clutching our cheap coffee and our memories of conversations we should have had. Sometimes there is no ambition. Lazy limbs; lingering notes of old songs; ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2008/02/24/fast-forward/ Does the memory of a dream have the right to be considered memory? Consider your repeated nightmares and the detail in which you remember these compared to the face of the clerk at the shop you visit in person several times in a week. What I remember best is ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/12/30/year-of-the-black-coat/ Forgive my forwardness - it is, after all, the season for such behaviour. I intend to present you with a list of wishes; directed at you, whoever you are, all of humanity, whoever finds him or herself in my vicinty; please: Have some, if only minimal, grasp of the fundamentals of ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/12/23/dear-fellow-human-beings/ Sometimes the paragraphs are lined up and connected: they support one another and make sense. And sometimes they don't. I wanted to say something about stories, and about me, and the people I spend time with. And who we think I am and what I ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/12/10/storytelling/ We're in the rooms where women come and go and the radio announces, crackled voice of authority, that we're in a montage scene, a fade-out, a blur. I had forgotten how, many years ago, I sang this song to someone, in a dark room, in a telephone that wasn't ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/12/06/in-the-rooms-where-women-come-and-go/ This post will be deleted once things fall into place. Upgraded wordpress database (about two years overdue). Deleted old stylesheets. Using temporary one while making other planned changes. Do not be alarmed. (Though I am a slowpoke) Addendum: Several deletions, category changes, and edits. Just wrapping left ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/11/30/message-from-the-coherent-human/ I wish you would approach me with less kindness. Not for lack of gratitude or appreciation, not because I find it an unflattering characteristic, and certainly not for any question of value: But because, though it is far from charity, it dictates how we relate ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/11/27/the-braille-cartographer/ At the other end of the line, she's struggling to stop laughing, and just then, as you almost smile in triumph, you have become the clown again. (Clowning, in its most basic form, can be described as one form of drama without a fourth wall. In other ... http://dizzyedge.net/spinningonthat/2007/11/23/contra-auguste/