Juxtapositioning

words are foreplay for the soul

Archive for October, 2008

October 6th, 2008 by me

Red red rainboots

I took a walk in the rain today. That in itself is nothing spectacular:  this is Vancouver and it rains here a lot.  To avoid rain, one would have to stay inside from mid-September through April or May, and I’m unwilling to do that.  Luckily, most people here have a similar regard (or is it […]

October 6th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #9: John C.

Judging by your website, your clients would find it hard to believe that you once pedaled to school with your pals on unicycles, dressed in identical denim jackets sporting embroidered pythons on the back.  A gang?  Hardly.  You were denizens of Monty Python, smart and awkward nerd-kids.  You wrote clever semi-erotic prose starring my best […]

October 5th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #8: That boss from Tulsa

You were responsible for the faux Texas accent I adopted for two full years, the one that seemed real because it got stronger as I got drunker.  Every morning you’d ask someone to pop open your can of Pepsi; with your 3-inch nails you couldn’t manage it.  I emulated you too much (except for the […]

October 4th, 2008 by me

Seeing things

I wrote once about the tricks my eyes play on me.  Actually, I think it’s my brain playing the tricks, taking in one thing and turning it into something else.  It results in humorous doubletakes, mainly while driving, as I morph passing signs into words and phrases very different from what was intended. My brain […]

October 4th, 2008 by me

100 x365 #7: Mrs. Fuller

A five-year old kid with a sense of humor based on wordplay, I was endlessly amused by your name which also described your physique; you were not a small woman.  I’m not sure we ever had an actual conversation; my contributions tended toward raising my hand for the bathroom, a ritual I thought peculiar, and […]

October 3rd, 2008 by me

100 x365 #6: Lish

Two hundred plus pounds never looked so good or so beautiful; you had gorgeous curves.  You dieted, shed some self-consciousness, and got a boyfriend though your virginity was never in question (your “list” was longer than mine, actually, and yes, you kept track of every encounter, preserving them proudly on paper).  Still, I felt naked […]