Dr. Filk posted an ad for a BMW bike on Craigslist yesterday, used the household phone number, and then messed off for the afternoon. He apparently doesn’t believe me when I told him that the phone rang off the wall; he could always check with Keith, who would be happy to corroborate. It only remains to be added that the phone rang at 7:30 this morning about the ad. Although it would have been extremely enjoyable to dance cheerfully into his bedroom with the phone in my hand, to announce in thrilling tones, “Phone for you, darling!” I politely told the guy to email back.
Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!