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Sunday, February 12, 2006

This Thing That I'm Writing

Is about new beginnings because now, the air smells like jasmine. It's spring in the city and I can wear a skirt without feeling goosebumps up my legs. I wake earlier now, less tired, more willing, though driven is not what I mean.

Something mellower now, something sweeter, less guarded, a dog lying down in the sun. My subject, I guess, is running in heels and eating more greens and the big-shouldered chef who reads books. I'm talking his smile, the softcover I sold him, and how nice his hands looked when he took it.

Do you feel it too? No fireworks, no splash, just a warm wind stirring the grass? And in the morning to wake on the ground, to feel safe in wide open spaces?


Blogger ticharu said...

The warm wind in the grass... I like that

what would it take to pursuade you to write a few lyrics for Frappe Dreamgate? Something really dreamy...

6:52 AM

Blogger josh williams said...

Welcome back and in good form. Cheers JW

8:13 AM

Blogger ing said...


Shoot me an email, tell me what's what & I'm all yours.



Hey there, ferretlegs!

8:21 AM

Blogger ginab said...

Glad to know spring has sprung somewheres in the world(s). Sunny but only brrr-eezing here. Sunny Sunday.

dust everywhere.

A chef? yes. He's yours.

8:39 AM

Blogger ing said...

It's cold here in the mornings and evenings, but the afternoon heats up like crazy. I went out with Matt and his pal Alan last night and I found your birthday present.

A man who'll cook for me can have my heart.

8:49 AM

Blogger ticharu said...

Can I send a music file for you to write words for?
I'll be back on my own computer tomorrow night...

Just noticed in yer profile 'Johnny Guitar' a fav film! Cool! I love that movie and the song! Do you have any Peggy Lee?

1:13 PM

Blogger ginab said...

My what big white ears he has.

4:19 PM

Blogger ing said...


Go ahead and send the music file, though I don't know whether or not my computer will read it. I have a Macintosh with itunes & I have no trouble hearing MP3s, but it's nothing fancy. I was listening The Drive By Truckers today -- the music was all right, but the lyrics were fab. I don't personally have any Peggy Lee, but we always keep her in stock at work.

And hey, that cover of "I Touch Myself" in the sidebar is hilarious! They're a Belgian girls' choir.



You know what they say about big ears. . .

4:29 PM

Blogger ginab said...

Oops, I was absent that lesson.

4:50 PM

Blogger ing said...

I'll send my teacher your way. . .

5:20 PM

Blogger matty said...

ing -- sorry I didn't make it to the book store to bother you. my day date went long. the weather was sublime -- how odd to know that Boston is getting such a pounding blizzard? Anyway, I watched dogs play and do their business as a guy sort of bored me for 4 hours. ...but he was nice. ugh.

...I can think of nothing to blog about so I shall put up another sad bit of fiction. trying to decide if I should jump ahead a few years or just keep transcribing straight thru.

Hey, are we going to maderlay this week or next week? all those dogs, sunshine and dull conversation have left me numb and dumb. hair hurts.

5:58 PM

Blogger matty said...

Hey, did you watch SUDDENLY LAST SUMMER yet?!???? Can't wait to hear your thoughts...

5:59 PM

Blogger ing said...

Dates can be soooo boring. I guess it's good the dogs delivered, though. Which neighborhood did you choose? Each neighborhood is characterized by a certain breed, you know.

Post about your date!

Let's do Manderlay next weekend, yeah? It'll soothe the follicles.

I haven't seen Suddenly Last Summer yet. Right now I'm on the phone with Gina and I'm being horrendously rude and writing to you as I she speaks. We've been on the phone for I guess four hours.

First, my friend, I need to write that review, and then Suddenly.

xo to you, Matty. I'm really glad I know you & I'm sorry that I'm kind of slow on the draw sometimes. You're a great friend.

9:01 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

Ferret Legging on the luge while shooting targets should be the next Olympic sport, and to spice thing up a bit throw a wolverine down the track after the luge exits. Whatever happened to reals blood sports, lets bring them back to the games. I go bed now. JW

9:08 PM

Blogger ing said...

Here's an addition: a hat made from a fishbowl full of water; a watertight gasket around the rim; several hungry, hungry pirhanas. That's much more sporting, isn't it?

10:11 PM

Blogger matty said...

Ah, the sporting life! No one has given me guidance regarding the meat sticks and the odor is becoming quite unbearable.

Well, I don't want to post about the date because he might read my blog and that would be mean. He was a nice guy. ...he's called twice tonight. ...what to do! But, I met him at Dolores Park --- I was late because I mistook "Dolores" for "Duboce" ...the dogs were big and scary. Whenever I would see a cute little fuffy doggie my date would roll his eyes and tell me he liked "real" dogs. know, the ones who have heads larger than mine.

Oh, my. You know, Gina is likely to now know you were blogging as you spoke! Wow! 4 hours! Not sure I've ever done that. I am not a phone person.

Like Commander Josh, I go bed now.

12:54 AM

Blogger ginab said...

More like two hours, but whose counting when my voice is on the line? Oh and yes I do know what it means to want to own my own house, from my hard earned bucks over my stoney and historically single life. Out of everyone I have "been with" I don't think I remember one for which I prepared a sandwich.

I'm finding men weak and pathetic today. not good for a good woman needing a good gd lay. I figured out that men want younger ducklings because then the man appears to know what he's doing in the sack. Meaning, it's assumed (assholes) the young one knows nada. I quit.

6:20 AM

Blogger ginab said...

Hi, I'm twelve. Can I sit on your lap? I'm afraid otherwise, standing up, on my lonesome. Can I trust you?.

6:22 AM

Blogger AndyW said...

Your post is making me misty for San Francisco. I spent a week in the bay area last April for work.

I wish I could find a job out there.

7:29 AM

Blogger Bloodgood said...

Makes you feel kinda bad for all those people in New York who just got blasted with snow.
I think a cold front is on its way.

8:35 AM

Blogger crabcake said...

Very nice. Took me right out of my chair to a whole other place. Thanks! I needed that.

9:39 AM

Blogger DorianGray1854 said...

Its only thirty degrees here and snowed two days ago, the west is the best!!

11:10 AM

Blogger Labbie said...

Nice. Really, it is.

But it's always winter someplace... Then again, it's always Spring some other place. Know what I mean?

Neither do I.

12:23 PM

Blogger ginab said...

Geez, I hope it's spring where c-cakes is located. Brrr. I like the Jasmine.

1:55 PM

Blogger jungle jane said...

nice post ing! just the opposite here - for the first time i woke up today and that sweltering blanket of oppressive humidity had softened. the air smelled different - less rotten. i got the first shred of hope that the shackles that has been summer is finally lifting.

2:29 PM

Blogger Polyman2 said...

I'm trying to feel it through the heavy snow that just fell. Looks nice over there.

7:36 PM

Blogger sage said...

Wonderful use of words... "warm wind stirring the grass.. to feel safe in wide open spaces..." A siren call to the places in the West that I miss--the wind browing through grass, the sky that can be seen from horizon to horizon, to sleep in the open and watch the stars move by...

8:35 PM

Blogger sage said...

have you hiked in the Marin Highlands or on Point Reyes, with the grasslands, the sea in the distant, the fog? I was surprised to find so much open space so close to the city.

8:39 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

Fishbowl hating, yea sign me up. I got some might fierce canines that them pirhanas might not take apprciate as I do, when I am hungry and masticating with vigor. I vote it an olympic sport! Ok yes you have a nice post, well written and stuff so I have to be a smart arse and ruin it all for everyone. At least I didnt bring up the mole people, hmm? Now there is some progress going on with me I am evolving, slowly very, very slowly but then again a fruit fly evolves very fast because it is way down on the smart chain, so maybe slow evolvers are smart. Thanks ing!

8:58 PM

Blogger ing said...


Okay, guidance. Put them in the blender and make a nice meat smoothie. A little mint for garnish, and you're set.

I gotcha on the date posting -- good thinking. I never think of those things until it's too late. I don't know about his taste in dogs; guys who prefer scary dogs, well, y'know.

Gina will never figure it out. I'm very sneaky.


Oh, hey, ginab! Um, I wasn't counting, I was commenting. Heh heh. Uh.

Yep, I want to own a house. My own house. Which I want to paint yellow. I will have as many wildflowers as I can cram into the front yard, and in the back I will grow vegetables. There will be real lemonade in the 'fridge at all times. My closet will be full of dresses. And in my kitchen, a handsome chef.

There's got to be some men out there who like a woman who knows what she's doing -- right? Men?



You just have to jump in and take what you can get, at first. I moved here sort of suddenly, and I spent a week applying for every damn thing. The following week, I had a job at a pasta place. It wasn't ideal, but I had an income & yay! I got a good discount on wine. I quickly moved on from there. It was all worth it in the long run.



Well, they're welcome to stay with me, if they want to. As long as they fold my laundry and so forth.



Use your wings! Or wait, are they kind of like penguin wings? Okay, smoke some banana peels. It worked for Donovan.



Sho 'nuff it is. But there are some pretty cool bookstores out east. Grolier's, for instance. (I kind of rank towns by their bookstores.)

Still, though, I don't think I could ever, ever leave the west.



You are a labyrinth of seasonal musings.



She changed into a sweater, so have no fear.



I visited Australia when I was a teenager (my mom's from there), and what I remember most were the flies. Everywhere.

But man, the plants, the insects, the birds! How cool!



What are you trying to feel?

I lived in Michigan for a short while, and new snow at night is lovely. Oh, and at sunrise!



Thanks! I've spent lots of time at Point Reyes & I've seen many a fox running through the grass there. My favorite thing is the smell of the eucalyptus.



I knew it! I knew you were a vigorous masticator! You have pointy little teeth, don't you! And you perch on a high stool as you type! Pausing only to snatch the occasional fruit fly from the air! Which you then pop in your mouth and masticate!



10:59 PM

Blogger matty said...

uh, oh. ...the meat sticks broke the blender!

now what?

I think I have to blame that pervy necklace someone sent me. Oddly, I kinda like it.

Oh, and I hate Valentines Day. I just hate it.

Hey, there are two housed out here by Alan that are going for under $400K each! One looks really nice with two car garage!

11:02 PM

Blogger American Navel said...

The weather has been great. I like to call my friends in the northeast and complain about how cold it is around here. This is primarily because I'm a douche.

12:00 AM

Blogger jungle jane said...

matty i am sure you can be all nice and shallow and simply adore love valentines day if you get a rude big bunch of flowers:-)

2:49 AM

Blogger DorianGray1854 said...

I here ya, I love the west, except im stuck in the mid-west for another 7 months and there isn't shit here:-(

6:55 AM

Blogger matty said...

Oh, Jungle Jane -- I'd totally sell out for a bunch of flowers and a proposal of love. I'd do a little Valentines Day jig!

...I'm just bitter.

However, I feel I do know what music to play.

I worry a bit about Ing as she seems to prefer the "erotic" sounds of crickets. ...or Styx

7:10 AM

Blogger Captain Carl said...

ARRR.....Ing, ye be invited to me SEXY PARTY, darlin.............

8:31 AM

Blogger kellywalters said...

thats enough of that shit..


8:49 AM

Blogger ing said...


I will hate Valentine's Day tonight when I'm working. All these men walking by with their bunches of flowers & me standing around on a concrete floor eating stale candy hearts. My only hope is that the chef will stop by. But I'm not holding my breath, here.

You should definitely wear your necklace today. It looks like some kind of voodoo love charm. If it works, I might have to steal it. And stay away from my chef, you and your amazing powers of seduction!


Am. N.:

What a navel idea!



Amen to that, sister outsider.



Wait until spring and then scan the sorrounding fields; you'll see all kinds of shit.



Or Grandmaster Flash on cassette. Not Zappa, though. Definitely not Zappa.



Arr, I be there already, Captain.

9:01 AM

Blogger ing said...


Do you now, darlin'?

9:03 AM

Blogger kellywalters said...

yes I friggin do..

Its cold and foresty up here..

they come out of the damn woodwork..

and come to think of it I work for a family of caldiens.. so yes..

I smell friggin bear

9:37 AM

Blogger crabcake said...

Ing, the banana peels was a very, very, bad idea. And to make things worse, now I have banana breath.

10:32 AM

Blogger Captain Carl said...

Arrr....can you bring Zappa over to me Party.......

11:52 AM

Blogger jungle jane said...

ing while you are up, can you bring Jim Morrison to Cappy's party too? we are short of men and poets so lets combine the two, eh?

1:37 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

Say when is Valantines day?

1:50 PM

Blogger ing said...


I'll send over some jasmine & warm weather.



Okay, smoke some garlic. I don't know if it'll make you fly as high, though.



Here you be: . But won't that make your party a little less sexy? Are you going highbrow on me?



As long as he doesn't start reciting, I'm cool.



Any day you propose to me is Valentine's Day. I'm still thinking about the last two times, but I'm slow to make up my mind. If I accept, do I have to wear the ring to work?

No reason, I was just wondering. . .

2:07 PM

Blogger JackJumpedOverTheMoon said...


Messy boy doesn't make breakfast! Well, I guess HE should clean up that room! :p

By the way, chef's hands are marvelous. Very clean, strong, and able. Mmmmmmm...


3:26 PM

Blogger matty said...

Well, I probably agree with that choice of music.

If Jim Morrisson is at ANY party, I wanna be there! Zappa, not so much -- unless he brings Moon Unit and Dweezil.

And, yeah --- if I see one more guy with a bunch of flowers and they are NOT for me. I'm gonna start slapping them. ...the men, not the flowers. I will simply grab the flowers and run! Fast!

I don't think my little charm has the desired effect. ...unless one is interested in dating the homeless. However a somewhat cute homeless guy gave me a vinyl copy of A Star Is Born (Babs version, of course) for 50 cents! He was asking $2. I guess it was either my sexy charm or his desire for more crack that brought about the discount.

I was all excited until I realized. ...I don't have a way to play records. Oi!

3:54 PM

Blogger Jasmine said...

That is very lovely what you wrote.
At first I thought you were saying the air smelled like me!



4:43 PM

Blogger lryicsgrl said...

Ah true love, isn't it?

6:18 PM

Blogger ginab said...

And I wore fish net stockings today, and for what? Death.

Death be nimble, death be quick, death torch me with that fucking gd'md candlestick.

9:03 PM

Blogger Spinning Girl said...

My, that is lovely.

9:15 PM

Blogger ginab said...

and the sushi at your mouth?

7:45 AM

Blogger DorianGray1854 said...

I'm tired of shit, I need to see palms and ocean.

11:25 AM

Blogger Labbie said...

*yawns and scratches himself* Good morning. Did I miss anything? Oh, holy crap, it's 7pm!!!

5:13 PM

Blogger wallycrawler said...

I kind'a like the feeling of goose bumps . Makes me feel awake and alive . Canadian thing I guess ?

Oh god let spring come soon ...

I was just bullshit'n ya . I fuck'n hate da cold !!!

6:02 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

Ring, thats it a wedding band that expands like mens elastic pants, so you never have a reason to take it off. Unless of course you meat Beck, the little sawed off punk!

7:59 PM

Blogger matty said...

ing had a secret and torrid affair with beck just recently. ...she confessed all as she swooned from the heady excitement of a party! ...after she sat down she denied it all to me, but I can tell. ing and beck have a thing goin' on!!!! beck is mucho lucky!

10:10 PM

Blogger Captain Carl said... be right.....bring the Sex Pistols instead...............

11:19 PM

Blogger crabcake said...

Ing, you are front and center fot HNT at the cowpie field.

8:02 AM

Blogger josh williams said...

Beck I heard cannot read or write. I heard his was an ignoramous.

9:14 AM

Blogger kellywalters said...

send whatever you want to michigan..

the small of detroit wont go away..

but the jasmine and warm weather might help..

10:37 AM

Blogger Bloodgood said...

I hate cold. I hate wind chills. I hate artic air. I hate winter fronts. I hate frost. ETC. ETC.

3:39 PM

Blogger ticharu said...

Ing, I got Demons & Churches posted on Frappe Dreamgate with Jane's vocal contribution stealing the show.
The next thing on my list of to-do is sending you a track to try writing something for.
I have to decide which piece and whether it comes straight or altered... I'm shooting for tomorrow at any rate.

9:09 PM

Blogger ing said...

Oh man, I had a long and interesting and exhausting weekend (mine's on Weds and Thurs) during which I replied to some of these comments. Now my replies have disappeared into the ether. I'm going to reply to you on your own sites, and then I'm going to post something new, 'kay?

10:53 PM

Blogger American Navel said...

You speak spanish?

1:17 AM


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