but yet your kindness is a constant surprise

there is a magical block-length span of unplowed bucolia on my street. this is the portal I have referenced in posts prior, the conduit that transports me from Turnagain (tepid water) to Spenard (painfully hot). on one end is my house, sandwiched between two typical Anchorage homes of sprawling yard-detritus and ailing vehicles (tattered prayer flags optional); after the Conduit of Bucolia is a row of about five immaculate homes of newer subdivided construction. it's a nice reprieve from life's self-involved bullshit, this expanse. 

this is what it looks like from about 67 inches off the ground. 

i staggered through the unplowed wilds of Spenard today...

this contains no telephone. it's outside the Carousel Lounge. a woman in the parking lot was bitching at someone on her cell phone while I was taking this picture. how some moments so poignantly French-braid themselves! 

thank you for this, whomever you are. 

the park on Minnesota. 

I think I was listening to Television "Friction" on my headphones when I took this, so this will hereafter be referred to as the Friction Compound. 

alms for Fish Creek. 

the snow last night along the Park Strip. 

I went to Darwin's tonight to, among sundry nefarious things, do the silly crossword puzzle in the Press. the older guy next to me kept trying to slurrily engage in conversation; I was a surly bitch in return. he finally turned away and started talking to others. eventually he tapped me on the shoulder and said "I'm having more fun with these people than you're having with your crossword puzzle." it was profound and damning enough of an observation that I wrote down his quote verbatim and continued with what I was doing. I like to have visual tangible proof, ideally in my own handwriting, of how vastly I can miss the fucking point. 

seriously: if you're fully aware of how much of a hostile jerk you're behaving, and you feel ashamed of that but not ashamed enough to alter your behavior, how much of a fucking asshole does that make you?