Secret City of Roses

A friend of mine is doing a project called “Secret Chicago”, which now has a wider-ranging LJ group.  They’re ultra-short vignettes that open little mind-doors of (often dark) magical realism into whatever place the writer is from or holds dear.  Some places have strong existences, once you’ve lived there a while and you go past that shop that has been closed for years or take public transit daily it can start your memory reeling into possibilities of whys and what ifs.  Secret Cities is a fascinating project, expanding pocket worlds…

It says something that this is still bothering me

So, I ordered from Bliss Soaps during their big sale this winter, and it took forever to get here, etc.  Now, because I use the soap I got regularly, and have an object-cued memory, I remember the crap customer service I got whenever I shower.  But, because it is during my shower, I never remember outside the curtain, since shower time is also time for imagining how poised one would be during magazine interviews and whatnot. But! Finally remembered.  Here is the email I sent after receiving my order. Hi,…

Okay, we’ll try this again—What I read in February

December and January I was sort of busy and slacked off on documenting what I was reading. Nothing too exciting, but Edgar Wallace is like, totally the shit if you want some good mysteries. Anyway, I’m missing part of the month, as I didn’t write it down, and I took one week to not read a book at all. Which was kind of like torture but that helped me slow down my ravenous pace a little.