i have nectarine sinew stuck between my teeth, and since i haven't gotten around to bringing my requisite box of office paraphenalia to my new job, no glide floss is available. boo-hoo.

the supreme court of ohio occupies a strange space carpeted in red velvet and furnished in leather and glass and chrome. not at all the generic or clinical cubicles i imagined. i'm still not sure how *judicial* is supposed to feel. but in time the whole place will become (fortunately or unfortunately or both) an appendage on my person, a part of my daily life in columbus that i'll most likely take for granted.

in 3 brief weeks ry and i are moving to a pretty 3-bdrm half-double with hardwood floors and a real live backyard. it is at this turning point that i really hope to commit some time to self-study and the completion of several disparate projects that have been hanging over my head for months going on years.

i'm still searching for the prolific me-- at least, the me who produced the more easily identifiable products (essays, websites, etc.). i could go out on a new-agey limb and say that i've been prolific in other, more emotion-based, less obvious parts of my life. but it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel as tangible.

after taking a short trek back to iowa city, i felt out of the loop (probably a fairly shitty & snobby loop, really)-and though i wouldn't trade my current life to go back there, i do wish for some artistic motivation or community. and that makes me gag.

it makes me think of local coffee-house poetry workshops. so i'm an academic, kill me.

the startling and unearned bliss of my domestic life hovers around me-- a fog that is enticing and lovely.