Tailey Po'

Uninvited Intimacy

2009-03-15T13:36:00.000-07:00

It took me over an hour to get home today. I left my jacket at my work area, and had to ride the shuttle back from the parking lot. Today I worked at the farthest end of the property. It is a long ride, and I was annoyed at the situation I’d put myself in. Not just forgetting my jacket, but also for a thousand tiny acts of self-sabotage and cowardice. In other words, I was on a dingy work

I hate my job.

2009-03-06T14:59:00.001-08:00

“You look sweaty,” the truck driver said as she lifted the heavy package over her head. Surprised by the voice, the girl dropped the package. At seventy pounds, more than half her weight, it thudded on the floor of the truck dangerously close to her foot. Inhaling deeply for calm, she turned to the middle aged man and answered, “It’s hot in here,” as she steadied herself to lift the package again

Family, Sacrifice and Literary Endurance

2009-03-01T10:30:00.000-08:00

While exploring the lives three authors set before me, I found that all three writers were unfortunate enough to have fathers who were destructive influences in their lives. I feel that this was less a coincidence than a shared impetus to write and strike out on their own as creative individuals. The atypical home lives only added to the revolutionary character of their writing, which at the time

It was a dark and stormy night.

2009-02-28T20:43:00.000-08:00

At my high school bible retreat, my counselor told me about the time a person had written her term papers. My counselor had been sick, and her father was in the hospital, and it was mid term season; so while she was gone, her room mate did all her dishes, and all her laundry, wrote two papers and an essay (with drafts included), and gave them to her. My counselor said, "It meant so much to me,

My Idea to get into grad school

2009-02-28T16:53:00.000-08:00

I am going to go through all the words in common usage in the English language, and assign them a gender to assist in Freudian analysis of... everything. We haven't beaten this horse quite to death yet, have we?Swords, forklifts and bank statements would be phallic. Wells, the sky and car keys would be vaginal. No shades of grey, no gender-neutral words like German has, no words which represent

Colonoscopy Sweepstakes!

2009-02-28T14:04:00.000-08:00

Thank You, CBS.

Iconoclasm

2009-02-28T12:28:00.000-08:00

I would like to build a birdhouse for an ostrich, and place it in my yard. It would be ostrich-high, with appropriately sized cut-outs to accommodate the bird's body and long neck. I would SHIT if an ostrich showed up.Also, I would like a terrine of fish, baked in a chicken-shaped mold. A terrine of chicken shaped like a fish would also be acceptable.

I once made a man cry in a bar.

2009-02-27T21:55:00.000-08:00

This guy was drunk and kept grabbing by hand and putting it on his body. since I was sitting next to my friends and they would sometimes become involved in conversations which did not include me, I tolerated him and stayed where I was seated.Anyway, I finally got sick of him and started asking him about his life, which I correctly assumed to be a string of recent bad decisions. "You had a wife?

I had a weird experience, when I was 8.

2009-02-27T20:32:00.000-08:00

I hated my third grade teacher. Looking back on it with an adult's perspective, I wasn't wrong to hate her. She was awful. Mean, Lording her authority over a bunch of 8 year olds. Who is really impressed with themselves, that they can recite the multiplication tables faster than a third grader? Who?In some twist of sadism and good intent, some of her decisions ended up being positive experiences,

Bookends to my trip:

2009-02-26T20:34:00.001-08:00

My aunt and uncle took in Jack and me for the weekend, they were lovely! We drank some wine and communed with their dogs. AND their monorail cat--

Grand Isle

2009-02-26T20:10:00.001-08:00

Friends in NOLA. OR-- i give up formatting this stupid blog.

2009-02-26T19:51:00.000-08:00

~Pic by Dean Coady. Thanks.

NOLA cemetery tour.

2009-02-26T18:34:00.000-08:00

~st. louis cemetery II, we looked for Marie Laveau's grave for HOURS.~I see a humerus, at least one femur, ribs, the handles from multiple caskets, and the front of a pelvis. If I had handled the pelvis in a lab, I might have been able to estimate the sex of that individual. The pubic symphysis (spot where the two bones join in the front), is more angular in women, and more rounded in men,

Grand Isle, Louisianna

2009-02-26T07:49:00.001-08:00

So Far--

2009-02-22T06:11:00.000-08:00

New Orleans during Mardi Gras has felt a lot like Disney World with a liberal open-container policy. I was warned of "Things I wouldn't believe," and I expect to see some, dammit! Also- rental car is AWESOME, but a serious liability to hobo gimmickry. Morgan City anyone?

Everybody knows the chicken nugget thing.

2009-02-19T22:07:00.000-08:00

By now, everybody has noticed that McDonalds chicken nuggets come in only about 6 shapes. One looks like a boot, or Italy... or Indiana if you're a redneck. Another nugget is perfectly round, and one is oblong, but the shapes are consistent across the nation. Supporting evidence shows that the shapes are consistent across the globe. They are the same few shapes, everybody knows this.But has

Story draft

2009-02-18T22:24:00.000-08:00

I was running with my parents, through a demolished city not unlike a post nuclear reactor failure ruin. We all like to run, so it wasn't odd. We were on a long run, and they wanted to go into the scary part of town. Somehow I understood that this place was forbidden not only by legality, but also common sense. The landscape was deceptively beautiful, white ash a thick, snowy layer encasing

Just wondering...

2009-02-17T07:13:00.000-08:00

Spooky dice ¿Por qué no te callas?

You can get ANYTHING at WalMart

2009-02-15T09:35:00.000-08:00

Even a prehistoric camel's skeleton.

Eating people.

2009-02-13T14:14:00.000-08:00

During the days I spent at "Fort Balls & Shaft," now named, "Fort Nowhere," Jack and I got into a lot of trouble. We walked around the house naked, rolled in the dirt, wasted most of the celery salt, and made enough prank phone calls to used up the majority of the minutes on Jack's phone. We tried to prank call the zoo, but got hung up in their extensions, and almost ended up scheduling a kid's

Fact check:

2009-02-12T20:27:00.000-08:00

So, for some reason, I decided to also have a wordpress blog, thrillseekingbehavior.wordpress.com. Don't all rush over there at once, it's this blog all over again. I guess I like redundancy in my storage habits. Anyway, an earlier blog post showed this picture:"Virgin with Child and Angels," by Jean FouquetI gave a short story about the sad circumstances surrounding the painting, as well as the

Weird times.

2009-02-12T20:17:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago I was driving down 71 and I saw a man standing next to a stranded vehicle, thumb out, trying to get a ride. It was cold, probably in the single-digits, and dark. We were at least two miles form the next exit. He was clean, standing in the light from his headlights. I was getting off at the next exit, anyway. So I pulled over to give him a ride. I pulled off maybe 30 feet from his

Jobs are really hard to come by, dude.

2009-02-09T19:40:00.000-08:00

"Recidivism"The brief-- a man in my city robbed a bank with the sole intention of going back to jail. He was tired of living with his family and couldn't get a job.

Exposing the best and the worst in a concept, by taking it to the extreme.

2009-02-05T17:12:00.000-08:00

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