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mel

Keep passing the open windows." chick... 28 years old San Francisco... Last Login: your mom

About Me

..books, pumpkins, early mornings at the cafe, scarves, shoe shopping, snow, how come the ocean in San Francisco doesn't smell like ocean? golden retrievers, swimming in lakes, i'll probably write you a poem, old houses, ghosts, love stories, the red sox, october, cheese, lychee, seven year olds with missing teeth, feeding people, taking the ferry to sausalito, what Rilke said, sweaters, pure vanilla extract, mojitos, jeans...

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Stanley Milgram Experiment - Looking up into the Sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rF79NzZ6P_w ...
Posted by mel on Tue, 27 May 2008 11:29:00 PST

Dude. Learn New Words and Feed Starving People.

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Posted by mel on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:51:00 PST

Shaking Hands w/ Dave Eggers (more appropriately etitled OMG Dave Eggers Touched My Hand!!)

So today Thea and I met Dave Eggers at 826 Valencia's anniversary festival in the Mission. !!! We first made our rounds of the playground in an exuberantly sketchy/lurkey fashion, squinting our eye...
Posted by mel on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 06:06:00 PST

for you

I go outside to smoke a cigarette.It's almost nine and not quite dark.From the back porch I look out at the ocean and the lightsscattered around the little church in the distance.The other day you sai...
Posted by mel on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 01:48:00 PST

Don't even worry about it...

Art dedicated to Thea...
Posted by mel on Wed, 23 May 2007 08:57:00 PST

I know I Don't Need Another Drink When

I smile at myselfa great big stretchedsmilein the mirror in any of so many dirty bathrooms (the bathrooms of this city, that's a poem all of us should write, the only quiet in the mindof mindless nigh...
Posted by mel on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:06:00 PST

San Francisco

Forty years ago my mothersaw this country through the passenger windows of strangers' cars. Not even fifteen. Runaway, her face an early version of mine,her waist-long hair in twin braids. She carried...
Posted by mel on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 07:22:00 PST

Vegetarian/Vegan Weirdo Friends, Don't Read my Latest Poem

Ode to Hot Dogs (inspired by J.)When I was a little girlI always wanted to bein the Oscar Meyer commercial.But who was I?A poor dirty-faced kid from the wrong sideof the tracks, that's who.And I shoul...
Posted by mel on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 11:06:00 PST

A Good Day: Took Ferry, Met Fairy Godmother.

Yesterday I took the ferry to Sausalito. I sat out front and the wind felt good and I had new music on my Ipod. It started sprinkling and that was fine, and then it started really coming down and tha...
Posted by mel on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 08:56:00 PST

Is This the Rainy Season?

The damp makes your sweater smell like old cigarettes. I'm tired of giving you coffee every morning and not knowing whether you have a dog, or what you think about when you walk home in the dark some ...
Posted by mel on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 03:24:00 PST