novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dead/ phone line yesterday's field trip. fourteen of us driving through san francisco in giant vans blasting disco and bobbing our heads until we found the lake in the middle of golden gate park, and then paddleboats, life jackets and row boats were designated to those of us who wished to paddle, to float in the shallow green lake in the event of capsizing, to those of us stupid enough to row. and then there were races, the paddleboats winning and autistic kids yelling out of sheer nervousness and my arms and back are so tired from figuring out how not to row in circles i was laughing and laughing and sweating all day. now my arms feel dead and the telephone hasn't rang all day and i'm scared that my life will always be like this, so good in just one respect, everything else shaky and pushed aside. 9:10 pm - 08.07.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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