expectations
under the skin itches
alarm clocks/clocks in general
melted ice cream
Paris Hilton
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
top five things ever
trees
starlight
procreation (the act of, not the consequence of)
breakfast cereal
irony
starlight
procreation (the act of, not the consequence of)
breakfast cereal
irony
top five human inventions
in no particular order:
the fountain pen
the acoustic instrument
the shuriken/ninja star
the cartoon/comic
happy endings
versus someone (he who's name cannot be spoken or written or read) else's list:
jet pack
pencil
coffee percolator
tire swing
Molotov cocktail
the fountain pen
the acoustic instrument
the shuriken/ninja star
the cartoon/comic
happy endings
versus someone (he who's name cannot be spoken or written or read) else's list:
jet pack
pencil
coffee percolator
tire swing
Molotov cocktail
Friday, February 15, 2008
on valentine's day
i put my shirt on backwards today-- all day
without thinking; except for, it fits better today.
---
i watched young boys the age of men purchase grocery store
conveniences to celebrate a mysterious notion best acknowledged via
limp, inanimate stitched socks and suede, and card stock;
the cologne's waiting at home.
let me say i love you in a balloon, or two?
ten minutes 'til dinner with her.
two birds, one stone.
Thank you, Food Lion.
without thinking; except for, it fits better today.
---
i watched young boys the age of men purchase grocery store
conveniences to celebrate a mysterious notion best acknowledged via
limp, inanimate stitched socks and suede, and card stock;
the cologne's waiting at home.
let me say i love you in a balloon, or two?
ten minutes 'til dinner with her.
two birds, one stone.
Thank you, Food Lion.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Case of the Mondays: Part Friday
what do you do as a writer when you realize there is a single, obvious motif in all of your writing that you never originally planned?
mine = identity crisis
yours? = ... please tell me so i don't feel so alone?
I don't know who I am!
So today (Thursday) my first real article appeared in the Technician. They cut 2/3 of it and labeled it as part one of two.
Now I understand that whole "cut-throat" nature of journalism I learned from watching His Girl Friday. I don't know, I honestly have no aspirations for journalism, but I worked hard on that thing and I feel the context is lost when split into pieces. Dammit, I say I don't care, but it has taken the wind out of my sails; for now.
Maybe that should be my new motif; Failure. If not, at least that's a concrete identity: The Constant Failure. Good Emo band name.
Oh well, it's out of my control. Water under the bridge.
R.O.D. - Talk less, read more. The wise do not advertise.
That is arrogant.
mine = identity crisis
yours? = ... please tell me so i don't feel so alone?
I don't know who I am!
So today (Thursday) my first real article appeared in the Technician. They cut 2/3 of it and labeled it as part one of two.
Now I understand that whole "cut-throat" nature of journalism I learned from watching His Girl Friday. I don't know, I honestly have no aspirations for journalism, but I worked hard on that thing and I feel the context is lost when split into pieces. Dammit, I say I don't care, but it has taken the wind out of my sails; for now.
Maybe that should be my new motif; Failure. If not, at least that's a concrete identity: The Constant Failure. Good Emo band name.
Oh well, it's out of my control. Water under the bridge.
R.O.D. - Talk less, read more. The wise do not advertise.
That is arrogant.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Case of the Mondays: Part One
R.O.D. - I hate bloggin'.
Doesn't the word sound like some sex fetish?
OH HOLY SHIT I JUST SAW STINKYPANTS32. Poor kid. Turns out he was the normal roommate. I can't tell if he has a hump or osteoporosis. I can tell, however, that I am a horrible human being.
On to nicer things.
Did you know in the Hopi language, there are no words for time? Words like "minute," "second," "now," and "then" don't exist. Time doesn't diminish for the Hopi. Time is always.
Also, in Eastern Languages, like Chinese and Japanese, time is not linear. Time doesn't start and end, it grows. Their words for the passage of time denote "up" and "down," rather than "backward" and "forward.
Sorry, I just find it interesting that I am learning. Education, what a joke.
Doesn't the word sound like some sex fetish?
OH HOLY SHIT I JUST SAW STINKYPANTS32. Poor kid. Turns out he was the normal roommate. I can't tell if he has a hump or osteoporosis. I can tell, however, that I am a horrible human being.
On to nicer things.
Did you know in the Hopi language, there are no words for time? Words like "minute," "second," "now," and "then" don't exist. Time doesn't diminish for the Hopi. Time is always.
Also, in Eastern Languages, like Chinese and Japanese, time is not linear. Time doesn't start and end, it grows. Their words for the passage of time denote "up" and "down," rather than "backward" and "forward.
Sorry, I just find it interesting that I am learning. Education, what a joke.
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