Our house is held together by caulk and some invisible force. I am held together by ambesol and ibuprophen. One day, very soon, I'm going to have to go to the dentist. It's really ridiculous because no amount of hassle could be as bad as the pain that I put up with continuously. I mean, I mostly have backlined it but this week I have had to lay down in my bed and drop out of conversations like a crazy person to deal with it. But as long as I can think of a reason that this week is not the best to have the rest of my teeth ripped from my head, I will put it off. Don't ask me how long it's been since someone looked at my teeth. Don't think about it. I bought some new mouthwash though, that probably has fillings in it that will magically float into my teeth.

We had a bonfire outside our house last saturday. The yard waste that we accumulated cutting back the forrest in our backyard burned down quickly: within about 30 minutes. We found huge branches that had fallen off our trees, including one log that could have taken out a car. We got those simmering, but eventually we ended up antsy, and throwing some books on the fire. The ink in the covers burns bright green. They go up in no time, but it's easy for whole parts of the book to get hidden in ash for a while until the still intact pages surprise you, rising up to flame later. God, before all your intellectuals get crazy and militant, let me explain they were horrible books. Like Managerial Tactics, and Fundamentals of Speech, and Who Moved My Cheese. We burned a particularly evil translation of the Bible. These books that have not offered humanity much with their words. To tell you the truth, it felt damn good to watch them burn. Our country might need to burn some cultural baggage. I know, it's ridiculous to think that I or anyone has the authority to choose what is worthy of disposing. I have no means to scientifically pick out the dregs of our culture and I wouldn't want to; I don't even have to bring up the German parallels. But damn, just think of it. "We are tied to the corpse of our past decisions and words." - Max Beckman. Let's take the corpse and burn it! It's the only thing keeping us from running!