Here my brain invented congealed water
April 30th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I’m not sure where it began.
I was on a truck, standing up and hanging on, possibly without knowledge of the driver, with a fatter Ari. It was really sunny. I got on at the entrance to cohousing. I asked to borrow her red Converse for the play which she said someone had taken and cleaned and given back and they were even smaller than mine although really they are too big. I got off when the truck passed the exit from cohousing and she did too which was a surprise. She was just catching a ride on this truck.
I was at an airport which turned into a debate tournament and going down these really high up stairs where I wanted to just jump off the side but it was too high up. Someone beckoned to me from the left side but I couldn’t jump. When I finally got down a debater in a suit who knew my name said she wanted to talk to me but I had to first talk to the person who had beckoned to me. That person turned out to be Andrew Powell and he hadn’t been beckoning. He explained that the pointing tool didn’t have a big range of motion and that my airplane was just far away so it had only looked like he was pointing it at me. The debater who knew my name said she always wears the same heels.
We were at the high school and I needed to wash my hands so I found some congealed water on the ground and squished it around in my hand and it turned out just to be a small plastic egg with a moist towellette inside which I could smell. The debater was insistent about the thing she wanted to say but never said it. My impression was that it had to do with Adrian.
I was at Hyla and they wanted me to do the duo but Adrian wasn’t there. I tried calling him across the street with his father but when someone picked up it was Ed and not Adrian. Adrian was at soccer probably. I tried to decide if I was capable of doing it all without him. They probably wanted to see Dr. Fritz.
Vegan Anxiety: Pizza
April 26th, 2005 by Ariana Rose Taylor-Stanley; no comments
I was running in the wrong direction but I kept going because I didn’t want to look uncertain and I ran past Mr. Holloway and then met a dead end and had to turn around. I went through a building with Holloway’s kids one of which felt sick and pointed to a pizza as the cause and I started to eat a piece of it and then realized it wasn’t vegan and Jonathan rescued me by asking to have it. We were teaching an early elementary class but there was only one real student and the rest were the high school age teachers and a sullen-voiced elementary school student called in over a telephone that was inside a bookcase and told us to teach the alphabet and use the whiteboard because teachers were better when they came prepared. I thanked her like a talk show host.