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Does Collecting Make You Feel Dirty?
Sometimes in Tucson, when it's raining or has just rained, we get low clouds here and pretend that they are fog. But there is too much variation in the sky to merit the term. Our desires get the better of our judgment.

Yesterday I heard the weather forecast for fog and thought there had been a mistake. But, sure enough, we woke this morning to real fog, the uniform sort. Looking out my home office's window, I can even see the glow of the sun behind the fog, getting ready to burn it off.

It may not be a miracle, but it's pretty close, like the Giants winning the World Series, if not the Cubs.

Mode: cresting
Muse: Billy Oddity - Mojave 3 - Spoon and Rafter

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elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: November 14th, 2003 12:26 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
And to think I missed it after all these years, me with my obsessive recountings of light. I don't know that I've ever seen fog in Tucson.

I've been preoccupied with all your entries this week, and have been composing and fracturing and recomposing various ones of my own. So much seems far too interconnected to be comprehensible at the moment, which is in part why I'm not yet posting. I was already keeping a running archive of he said/she saids in an effort to arrive at a second girl/not-girl entry, which I've only been thinking of more after your debates. Had started writing of reading Laura Mulvey's "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema" for theory group, was asked by my bus driver if I'm a feminist (by tone an untenable position), in 24 hours (independent of this) have been recast as feminist and not-feminist when retorically useful to friends in their conversations. He said this morning I hadn't caught the irony of not-feminist that other afternoon but I had and that didn't make it not interesting. I'm not sure why I feel the need to tell you this but more to come--
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