You're completely alien to me, Sydney. And that can't only be since five o'clock.

-Dyan Cannon, to Michael Caine in Deathtrap

Never again. Promise me Nicky. 

He squeezed my hand.

Never, he said. Never again.

Nicky and me had two cats back then. Snowball was black as a dead man’s hand. Then we got Nixon, who was white as a sheet. We were thinking of names when we heard a guy on his cellphone say, “What can I tell ya, the cat looked like Nixon.” He laughed. We laughed. Nixon it was. 

I am watching Deathtrap for the thousandth time. It was made in the eighties. Stars Michael Caine as a washed-up playwright. Dyan Cannon’s his wife. I watch that movie when I love no one.

Our house was yellow, with roses in front. Nicky and I rented it month to month. A two-story place, more room than we needed. But we fell in love with it the first time we saw it.

There were coffee shops

“In response to seeing photos of children being

separated from their parents at the U.S. border with

Mexico, an external White House adviser said of

Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller, “He actually

enjoys seeing those pictures.”

-The Southern Poverty Law Center

All their rooms have bars on the window.

They stand

A Medley:

On this day in 1947, Kenneth Arnold reported nine unidentified flying objects, crescent-shaped craft which behaved like nothing on this earth. They moved, he said, like saucers skipping across the water.

Thus was born the modern UFO/flying saucer/alien contactee craze.

Vidi aquam egredientem de templo, a latere dextro, Alleluia

I attended the opening of the Canadian