{"id":1412,"date":"2005-05-11T17:15:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-11T17:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/11\/r-i-p-douglas-adams-one-year-down-many-to-go\/"},"modified":"2005-05-11T17:15:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-11T17:15:00","slug":"r-i-p-douglas-adams-one-year-down-many-to-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/11\/r-i-p-douglas-adams-one-year-down-many-to-go\/","title":{"rendered":"R.I.P. Douglas Adams : one year down, many to go"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/1380970\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos2.flickr.com\/1380970_71dc6302ab_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a> <br \/> <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/1380970\/\">vintage<\/a>  <br \/>  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/foxtongue\/\">Foxtongue<\/a>. <\/span><\/div>\n<p>Like sun searing, that scorch as quickly over as it takes an x-ray to click a picture all the way through every last bone in a broken child. That&#8217;s what first kissing was like, a furnace star rhythm, tongue tips askew in electric surprise where you leaned into me and I looked up at you.  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.latimes.com\/news\/printedition\/california\/la-me-grant10may10,1,4256727.story?ctrack=1&#038;cset=true\">Joe Grant died yesterday.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, I&#8217;m at my computer, waiting for Jeff to call, (he&#8217;s in from Japan this week), and vaguely tidying my room. There&#8217;s a Douglas Adams memorial being held at the Butchershop Floor today from noon until midnight, but I&#8217;m finding I seem to lack the impetus to go. It&#8217;s more a consideration of funds, I think. I&#8217;m back to being Too Broke For Busfare TM. It&#8217;s time to hike up my skirt and walk everywhere, which is partially why I live where I live, so I&#8217;ll survive. &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/michaelyon.blogspot.com\/2005\/05\/little-girl.html\">Wait<\/a>,&#8221; I want to tell the world, &#8220;my feet are getting a little tired, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.riverbendblog.blogspot.com\/\">can we sit down a minute and look at everything?<\/a>&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Today might result in taking photos in spite of the dying daylight. I&#8217;m not sure what else to do. I&#8217;m feeling very alone today, like I want to wrap myself in flesh, but not the people who would offer it. I miss looking over to a cello sweep of hair, but I can&#8217;t find reason enough to call them. Standing me up twice, canceling a date, and playing the avoidant bastard aren&#8217;t positive reinforcement. &#8220;Give me back my keys. They aren&#8217;t for you. These are for my lover, the person who creeps in at night and wakes me with kisses in inappropriate places. You aren&#8217;t that person, you haven&#8217;t been in a while, if even you ever were. I want them back now, give them to me.&#8221; While he was walking away, he called me on his cellphone, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know why, but I feel happy now, relieved. I&#8217;ll see you on Saturday&#8221; and then he laughed. I felt like throwing the phone across the room. What was the point of any of that?<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>vintage Originally uploaded by Foxtongue. Like sun searing, that scorch as quickly over as it takes an x-ray to click a picture all the way through every last bone in a broken child. That&#8217;s what first kissing was like, a furnace star rhythm, tongue tips askew in electric surprise where you leaned into me and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/11\/r-i-p-douglas-adams-one-year-down-many-to-go\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;R.I.P. Douglas Adams : one year down, many to go&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1412"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1412\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}