Footnotes

I thought it would be fun to footnote my last post, even though Lucille Clifton says you should make the reader work to understand things. So:

It's Always Winter and Everyone Drowns is the provisional/jokey/but really it's so perfect how can you resist it title of the manuscript of our friend and colleague Leslie, who is leaving the arid pastures of Irvine to bask by her lake in the Berkshires. I can see why she wants to go, but I wish she wouldn't.

The red tide is what happens when rust-colored phytoplankton congregate in a small area of the SoCal shoreline. They really do glow a spectacular blue when agitated.

The Persian fire jumping festival is exactly what it sounds like. It takes place on the beach, and all the Persians for miles around come to build little bonfires and jump over them, listen to music, and run around and be crazy. Equinoctial and I stumbled upon it one evening after buying some firewood and loading up our nalgenes with gin and tonics, and a mishap that evening resulted in the spraining of my dorsal fin.

Sara Robinson is my wonderful Faultline co-editor, and we were discussing our hypothetical progeny because of a misunderstanding someone had about the nature of our partnership. I maintain that it is better not to date someone with the same name as you, if possible, even if it is spelled differently (remember Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz?).

The porno cave existed under the bed of one of her college dorm-mates. Ick!