Fat Tuesday

Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday and pancakes got all thrown together for the first time in my head when I was a sophomore in college. The "Mardi Gras" was a notorious campus event and Fat Tuesday was the persona adopted by a friend for the occasion - shimmying like a voluptuous belly dancer, draped in mardi gras beads and brandishing a spatula. Anyway that is the image that I can reconstruct from nearly 30 years away. For whatever reason, this Fat Tuesday turns up in a scene from a breakfast gathering with servings of pancakes on the table before us.

Getting more words out of my head

Living inside of my head is pretty common for me, but lately I've begun to notice the words that seem to be taking up more of the space there. Not thoughts, or imaginings, or even dream, but WORDS: sentences, phrases, punctuation, text. It is a little something like one variety of anxiety dream that I have: seeing lines of text and code running across the backs of my eyelids. I am starting to believe that it might be a good idea to get some of these words out of my head and out into the world. This is the start.