{"id":1775,"date":"2006-03-07T14:21:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-07T14:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/03\/07\/eternal-feminine-difficulties\/"},"modified":"2006-03-07T14:21:00","modified_gmt":"2006-03-07T14:21:00","slug":"eternal-feminine-difficulties","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/03\/07\/eternal-feminine-difficulties\/","title":{"rendered":"eternal feminine difficulties"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/cabbit\/53251764\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/30\/53251764_6d74471b9b_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\/cabbit\/53251764\/\">My Sparrow Hath No Tongue<\/a>  <br \/>  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/cabbit\/\">cabbit<\/a>. <\/span><\/div>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.boingboing.net\/2006\/03\/04\/free_music_and_movie.html\">Two torrents containing a total of nearly one thousand free songs from bands at the 2006 SXSW Music Conference.<\/b><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Being with a ghost is hard. It&#8217;s tricky, navigating the pathways that carry the least number of rattling chains. I confuse him he says, just like the last few. They think they know themselves, then I come along. &#8220;Sometimes I want you to just leave me alone, but whenever I&#8217;m with you it all goes away and I&#8217;m just comfortable, you know? It&#8217;s weird. You&#8217;re weird.&#8221; He&#8217;s telling me this on his cell phone, attempting to be locked in some small room, his foot against the door to keep out his friends. <i>I shouldn&#8217;t even be on the phone right now.<\/i> You make me feel safe, I told him another night. He quotes me, &#8220;That&#8217;s what you do,&#8221; he says. Like you said and I said and he has no memory. No memory at all. It drains away daily. He tells me that he&#8217;s worried, that he&#8217;s scared, but he doesn&#8217;t say he loves me. That&#8217;s my line, spoken to the dark when he&#8217;s asleep, when he&#8217;s awake but not quite paying attention. He says I found him at a strange time. I stole him out into monogamy and being crazy just when his life started again, and he likes it, he digs me a whole lot, but he can&#8217;t shake the feeling of bad timing. The same you&#8217;re awesome <i>but<\/i> as everyone else. I can&#8217;t help it, this terrifying dream. I&#8217;m afraid this will end in another You Can&#8217;t See Me. <\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.npr.org\/templates\/story\/story.php?storyId=4662828\">Streaming audio: Magnetic Fields, an hour of live concert.<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Fresh in my mind, his rambling nervous phone-call, scratchy over the line. I don&#8217;t think I could take that. I can feel he&#8217;s convincing himself of something, but not a decision I can quite access. The story hasn&#8217;t enough pieces for me to draw into words, there are gaps, milk-teeth spaces that I need to fill in. I told him I&#8217;d call at one. An hour and half, I&#8217;d said, to give him time to figure out where he&#8217;ll be. &#8220;Do you want to come over?&#8221; and Yes, in a small voice. A tiny admittal voice, one that&#8217;s scared of seeing where it&#8217;s been leading. Then, No, wait, I didn&#8217;t say that like that, though I did, and you know I did, and you know what that means. I just don&#8217;t want you barking up the wrong tree. When I called, he didn&#8217;t pick up.<\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ubu.com\/outsiders\/365\/index.html\">One MP3 a day for one year. Archived bi-weekly. Produced in 2003.<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Part of it is that he can&#8217;t figure out why I like him, not the way I do. I should be more upset or less patient, less accepting. He goes on about it. Not that liking him is all that strange, I&#8217;m sure he has the same sort of line-up as I do, ghost or no. I&#8217;d be surprised if he didn&#8217;t. No, he thinks his life is unusual, that his insides are crazy and strange. Well they might be, but I&#8217;m not in any position to see. I&#8217;ve learned over time that I&#8217;ve got blinders to socially abnormal behaviour that makes sense. Apparently most girls, they fade away, maybe in a musty cloud of arguements and perfume, when he&#8217;s not around as much as they want him to be. Me, it&#8217;s more than I have and almost as much as I need. <\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/goodweatherforairstrike.blogspot.com\/2006\/01\/top-65-songs-of-2005-65-26.html\">Top 65 Songs of 2005: 65-26, as picked by the clever Good Weather For An Airstrike.<\/a><\/b><br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Sparrow Hath No Tongue Originally uploaded by cabbit. Two torrents containing a total of nearly one thousand free songs from bands at the 2006 SXSW Music Conference. Being with a ghost is hard. It&#8217;s tricky, navigating the pathways that carry the least number of rattling chains. I confuse him he says, just like the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/03\/07\/eternal-feminine-difficulties\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;eternal feminine difficulties&#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":[155,49,22,3,574,598],"class_list":["post-1775","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-flickr","tag-links","tag-music","tag-relationships","tag-the-hotel-ghost","tag-waldorf"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1775","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=1775"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1775\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}