And the little Brontosaurus moved through the swamp of yore

Went running this afternoon and passed a middle-aged Persian woman with a scarlet Macaw. I stopped and spoke to them. The Macaw's name was Zazu and I said "hello Zazu" and Zazu danced and said "pretty bird."

I also passed another middle-aged woman. She was running in a mustard yellow sweatsuit and had a pink headband worn Rambo-style and electric blue eyeshadow. She was carrying two large rocks in either hand.

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Mark and I are going to an poetry / performance festival thing at Miami of Ohio in April! Hooray. I will tell you more about it when I know more about it.

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I have some work up at MiPoesias, though I think you, dear readers, will have already read it before. I have to give them a sound file, too, but my mic hasn't arrived yet. Hence no recording.


Overheard at the coffee shop:

Woman 1: "There's a part of me that will always love him and that romance. And I think there's a part of him too that will always love me, as I was."

Woman 2: "What does that have to do with lipstick?"

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I want:

• binoculars
• San Diego County Bird Atlas (at $80, it's a bit steep)--until I get it, this list is helpful.

I want lots of other things, but whatever. Desire is an interesting problem.