There's a thunderstorm. It's magnificent. It makes me want to strip down to nothing and go running through the streets.

I just keep going outside and standing there.

It's perfect.

Today has been long and short.
Today I taught for the very first time and it was easier than I expected.
Today I spent about 4 hours on the telephone when normally I spend less than 5 minutes.
Today I fell asleep in the middle.
Today I read about love and talked about love and thought about love and dreamed about lovers.

It is warm in my room tonight and I think I will throw the blankets off or sleep haphazardly under the covers.

I will read before I sleep and hopefully I'll dream about something sweet and tart, like overripe pomegranates or blackberries.

I got my picture taken at Saturday market today and will be in a Photography Exhibit in some gallery in Boise at some point.

This orange hair gets major mileage.

As of 2am today/last night, I am "officially" very single and very lonely and very, very sad.

There is really nothing about breaking up that feels good. Not one thing.

Check out the new Cab/Net

http://www.cabnetjournal.com/

I am in it along with some other wonderful poets. It's a fabulous read.



And...

I have finished the first draft of Horoscope.

Woo.

Just another beautiful day in the neighborhood.

And I'm tempted to still hole up in my cool, breezy room watching Buffy. But alas, we have to go out into the world sometime and today is my day I've decided. No more avoiding. I will send mail today and buy a few groceries and maybe I'll have enough energy to actually read something. I tried last night with little success but today could be different. You never know.

I have two poems left to finish on Horoscope. They're near the end but not the last poem. I just finished the last poem. Serendipitous how it turned out. It feels like an ending to me. Like something that draws everything up. Not ties up loose ends or anything like that. But it feels like it will be whole, ending there. Like it makes sense. The form allows that I could keep writing Horoscope forever. It would never have to feel like an ending. But it does, somehow.

And just in time for all this life changing goodness!

I went to this thing called Live after 5 this week. Band, beer, food in a park downtown once a week. People stared a lot. And I got approached by this girl with fliers saying "Are you interested in cosmotology?" She had beamed in on me. And when I told her no her jaw dropped. "but...but...you have such great hair!" It was kinda nice. The band was real hilbilly and we didn't stay long. We ended up at this Basque wine bar and some old men came in and you know that scene with the chicken farmers in naploean dynamite? Well, that's for real. That's basque. They really talk like that. It was incredible.

I think I'm going to a rodeo next week. It makes me wish I had brought my cowboy hat.

So I was on my way to REI

which is a good 50 or so blocks from my house, no biggie on a bike, to get new wheels and tires etc...because mine are old and I figure it's better to be safe than sorry, and I wanted to make my very heavy vintage bike a little lighter, when my back tire explodes. I don't mean it goes flat. I mean it explodes. As in the rubber part is coming out of the metal part and the inner tube is flopping about, a tattered mess. Even pushing the bike home, which was about 6 blocks away was a chore because the back tire kept getting caught and it is just too heavy to carry in this heat.

Boo bicycle.

I can only hope my roomates with cars will be charitable and take me up to REI tonight to make arrangements.

That's what I call bad news bears.

Now there's nothing left for me to do except my homework. And watch Buffy on DVD.

I like to ride my bicycle I like to ride my biiiike.

Today I set out, for the first time, to BSU. It was smaller than I expected but the ride to campus is easy because it's pretty much downhill. Downhill is good. And what makes it better? The ride up isn't too bad either because the hill is very slow and menadingering in its incline. There's a nice bike trail too, that leads from very near my place directly to campus so I have to deal with very little traffic.

But Boise, I've come to discover, is quite beautiful. It's different than Seattle, certainly. But you can see the hills in the distance and the sky is blue. It's like living in a nice little bowl.

I do feel a bit out of place. It's only been 3 days, I know. But it is strange feeling.

I ended up staying up till 4am to finish harry potter. It was good, but the final chapter, I thought, let me down a bit. I think the book would have been fine without it, and even better with a different final chapter, but in the end I'm glad I read the whole thing. I resisted for a while. But in the end, it caught me. Anything that culturally relevant had to be experienced by me.

I also live right next to a theater (I mean literally, I can see it out of my window right now). It costs $2 so it has movies that have been out of the theater a bit. When Live Free or Die Hard comes along I will watch it there.

I also saw Factory Girl today (as you can see I'm avoiding the heat for the most part...). I hated Guy Pierce as Andy Warhol. He made me want to stick my finger down my throat and vomit. And I didn't much care for Edie Sedgewick either. I felt very little pity and I think I was supposed to pity her. And still I feel like I enjoyed the movie. Maybe it was Jimmy Fallon that really did it for me. But really I think it was Hayden Christensen playing "musician" that seemed so clearly like Bob Dylan that I don't know why they didn't just say so. In fact, all the performances were kind of horrible but maybe it was just that the people they were playing were horrible. But these affected accents and mannerisms made me want to punch them all in the face.

Maybe that's the heat talking.

I'm in Boise. It's hot. They have ice cream trucks.

I don't know.

Things that seem quite natural to Boise-ites that I find incredibly bizarre

1. Harnesses on cats. Cats on leashes. Cats chained up in the backyard.
2. Ice cream trucks.

Boise

Wow.

On the upside, it's more green than I thought. The downtown reminds me of Olympia. Kind of. It seems older than Olympia, less "hip" perhaps. I went to an art gallery yesterday and saw some of the worst art I've ever seen in my life. A lot of landscapes executed poorly. And they served punch instead of wine because Idaho is run by Mormons. Or at least that's what I was told. That the mormons rallied so that wine couldn't be served at the galleries.

I also went to a bbq with my roomate and met people who would have blended into Evergreen like little baby chameleons. They all have gardens and talk about gardening and they all brough fresh tomatoes and basil and bread and mozarella so we ate capreses. I didn't see a grill anywhere. Actually, I didn't see a single cooked dish at all. But the people were nice.

I am also unpacked.

I haven't ventured out much but it has only been 2 days.

I miss Seattle more than I had expected, and I had expected to miss it.

I probably wont venture out until the afternoon. When it cools a little. Now I think I will read harry potter. It's good so far. I think I could finish it today but I probably won't.