by I’m too tired to write now (what an old lady I’m becoming!), but my 4 readers enjoy pictures, so here are a few.
I was at Lackawanna Station in Hoboken today and took a few photos. I love trains and train stations. The appeal is very deep; it must be something psychological. I also like bridges, clock towers, and light towers.
Hoboken has a beautiful station:
Being there reminded me of Jeff, the Mechanist, quite a bit. I think about him too often than I should. I wonder why (seriously). Was listening to Smog on the ipod (spare me, please; if I was popular in my youth you’d never be reading this blog. All half-dozen of you. Which is actually pretty funny now that I think about it), and I think he had me pinned:
We can continually sink into each other
Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh
When we move away
A scarf of skin trailing out behind
Like an arrow
I was only passing through
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
On a more upbeat note, I got a brand new pair of absurd, totally impractical, sexually provocative high heels. And hell no, I did not buy them—I’m got “issues,” as they say, but I’m not silly like that.
I’m halfway through something much more substantial, but tonight I’m just wiped out. God, am I shallow for posting pictures of my SHOES on the internet? I’m a bit squeamish about it. On the other hand, I did quote from The New York Review of Books, a publication surely not popular amongst bimbos. Not that I want to sounds snobby–most of the contributing authors there probably have 80 IQ points on me.
Better post next time.
Intellectually, you are absolutely STUNNING! Your sentence construct…your complex grammer and perfect punctuation…. I am spellbound reading this blog, belatedly…just discovered it…, but am delighted to read it! The scope of subject matter! The honesty! The self-insight of a very complex person! Brava! (…now back to the task of trying to catch up)