TILT

01Sep14

This wall decor in Rake’s new office.

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Last five years

25Aug14

But we just talk about / The people we’ve met in the last five years / And will we remember them in 10 more.”
— Death Cab, “Steadier Footing.”


I don’t miss much about Pullman.

I’ve now been in SnoCo longer than I lived in Pullman, which is weird to think about.

So much of that town, that experience, that life, was age-related, youth-related.

One exception comes to mind: The library.

I had this special spot in the Holland Library. I would go there to study, to kill time, to write. It was the same spot, at first among the nonfiction American political science books, but then they rearranged, and it turned to tax code books, and I didn’t mind.

I read there. I wrote in my journal. I scribbled bad poems. I listened to music, almost always Elliott.

It was a getaway, away from home, away from work, away from the gym, away from everything.

I miss that: the quiet, the privacy, the ability to be undisturbed in the middle of the day — which sounds funny, coming from someone who has now lived alone for 2.5 years.

I miss that setup of uncomfortable chair and desk. Just my notebook, a pen and my headphones. And the quiet.

Life was smaller then, but I didn’t know it yet.

You never do.


Vocab lesson

19Aug14

When I’m reading, whether it’s books or online, I like to look up any words I don’t recognize.

Isn’t it funny, how after you look up a word or term, suddenly you start seeing it everywhere?

Some words I have to look up multiple times before I finally remember them.

Right now I’m reading this book, “Crash,” that I don’t really like. It was supposed to be edgy and counterculture, but to me, it’s just sort of repetitive and … gross. I think it’s supposed to be gross, like maybe that’s the point … but still. I only have 30 or so pages left.

Anyway, the book kept using the term “natal cleft,” and I didn’t know what that meant. I assumed maybe the little indent we all have on our upper lips, under our noses?

I looked it up.

Butt crack.

It means butt crack.


I worked for a year and two summers at the bowling alley in Kennewick as a waitress and cook.

That job involved wiping down tables.
Every time I was cleaning up ketchup, I would think about that line from an old Alan song: “You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done.”

It happened a lot.

After awhile, at the time, I mentioned it to my sister, who was working as a bartender and waitress elsewhere in TC.
She confessed: She had the same reaction to wiping up ketchup. It reminded her of the song.
I heard that song the other day.
Alan. Sisters.

  • A new summer song, B&D.
  • The change in Tara over two seasons of SoA.
  • Ice cream cones with the boy the other week at a local farm shop.
  • My birthday dinner. People came! It was lovely.
  • Phone talks with Scarlet.

  • Going to two rodeos in the past two weeks, after two years of no rodeos.
  • Spuddy and me deciding “International Harvester” is our favorite song together.
  • XXL” playing at the rodeo … one of those songs you seem to only hear at rodeos. Until now. Because I just bought it.
  • Crash hot potatoes. Freaking amazing. Again.
  • Realizing Tyler and I have done almost every major hike along the Granite/Verlot stretch of the Mountain Loop, not counting the crazy mountain-climbing ones.
  • Spud, unprompted, explaining rodeo stuff to Tyler.
  • Levi, laughing because me and my sister say the same response at the same time about the same stuff. Really, just spending time with my sister in general.
  • Levi, saying Tyler and I should move in together, and us both responding, at the same time, “We’re talking about it.”
  • Weenie and Nacho chiweenie snuggles.
  • A real Fourth of July, with fireworks and family, in Arlington.
  • Third season Sopranos from the library. V Mars. OITNB. Rake.
  • Phone talks with Scartown.
  • Upcoming birthday-themed hike and dinner with friends.



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