10/6/10 a toothache

Nothing says "I'm alive" like pain. Dull, throbbing pain in the jaw, and you need to take something for it. Delicious, rugged pain, and you don't want anyone to go near it, least of all the dentist. Tell the dentist you have a phobia, in addition to the toothache. Then she will be extra-extra careful. The pain and throbbing make your brain feel furry. You have a right to be out of sorts, you have a right to be grumpy, petulant. Tell people, "this is my toothache, and it's awful!!" People will give you sympathy. They will understand that you are just having a day of being human. The pain will go away once you get the crown.

For 10/5/10 living color

Something happens sometimes and colors pop out. It is beautiful and rare and bold and delicate the way the colors of things blaze sometimes in the afternoon sun. A redheaded boy in a bright blue shirt coming out of the grocery. A handsomely compact young man in green with white flaking vinyl letters, a brown grocery bag, next. Someone else in living blue, someone else in living green. Sometimes the day is such that the dreams are visible in the colors, in the air, and the universe declares itself to be decorating along a theme for a dance. An artist in a black vest with a vee of blue below his throat. His clear, blue eyes, an unafraid gaze, and energy radiating from his heart. He loves his work, the artist, and there is so much blue and green in the world.