Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
in the hands of
I was driving this morning to work, contemplating the reduction in my circumstances. At the stoplight governing our entrance to the freeway, I noticed a car with this legend upon it:
R ANGER OVER
Our anger over? I considered what this could mean.
R ANGER OVER
Our anger over? I considered what this could mean.
Friday, April 16, 2010
happy birthday to the suavest motherfucker ever
Ever since I quit (forever?) Facebook, I do miss have having a daily log of what I'm eating. I could do the same thing here on this goofy blog, I suppose; but that's oh so much more effort. But shouldn't things you love take effort?
Eating this took effort.
I was eating this because it was this suave motherfucker's 23rd birthday.
His name's Lovie. And we love him.
Happy Birthday, you suave motherfuck!
Eating this took effort.
I was eating this because it was this suave motherfucker's 23rd birthday.
His name's Lovie. And we love him.
Happy Birthday, you suave motherfuck!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
up
Even before I got depressed, I would walk around staring up at the sky. I first started doing this because I had read the description of Socrates in Aristophanes' The Clouds, where Socrates is carried around on a couch so that he could stare at the sky that much more effectively. Now this is a way of transport I can get behind, I thought, particularly since I'm not particularly fond of moving anywhere. So I decided to walk, anywhere, everywhere, and stare at the sky while doing so, traffic be damned.
I'm put in mind of this because I've been depressed as of late, and I haven't moved anywhere; I'm reminded of that direction, that ghostly country of hope, up, because of a drawing that my darling Kelli's just given me:
And opening it up (ha, that word again), there's this:
A better use of office materials I've never seen.
Nevertheless, while I am moved to the quick by this unlooked burst of highlit color in my day, I still feel remote and detached. Perhaps if you look up in the sky above your head, you can see a small fat black dot buzzing against the vivid static of the sky, a hollowness filled with wind, a kite. That might be me, hot air and canvas bag, spiraling up and away from you.
I'm put in mind of this because I've been depressed as of late, and I haven't moved anywhere; I'm reminded of that direction, that ghostly country of hope, up, because of a drawing that my darling Kelli's just given me:
And opening it up (ha, that word again), there's this:
A better use of office materials I've never seen.
Nevertheless, while I am moved to the quick by this unlooked burst of highlit color in my day, I still feel remote and detached. Perhaps if you look up in the sky above your head, you can see a small fat black dot buzzing against the vivid static of the sky, a hollowness filled with wind, a kite. That might be me, hot air and canvas bag, spiraling up and away from you.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Quietly Flows The Office
It's Good Friday. Hell, it's Great Friday. A couple hours ago, my office-mates began sneaking off, trickling out into the sunshine, rubbing their fists into their sun-stabbed eyes, marvelling at the colours, their thin and puny chests heaving with unaccustomed fresh air. Now it's basically me tethered to this computer, listening to the quietness, feeling every second flicker like feathery hope across my paper-thin skin -- until 5 pm comes and the weekend begins. And what shall I do this weekend? Sleep!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
John Turturro
So Elena is watching the second to last episode of Flight of the Conchords and dancing along. She has a crush on Bret McKenzie, which makes her unique in the internet. When Bret and Jemaine dress up as hobbits and sing, "Frodo, don't take the Ring," Elena screams, "HE IS SO CUTE!" And then she screams, "I've thrown out my back! WITH JOY!!!"
When the credits roll, I see John Turturro's name in the credits.
"Who did John Turturro play?" I ask.
"He was in the Lord of the Rings thing," Elena says. "I think he played Waldorf."
I throw out my back screaming. With joy.
When the credits roll, I see John Turturro's name in the credits.
"Who did John Turturro play?" I ask.
"He was in the Lord of the Rings thing," Elena says. "I think he played Waldorf."
I throw out my back screaming. With joy.
Live on Mars!
Oh Google, oh Virgin! The two corporate behemoths have joined forces in a new endeavour, Project Virgle, whose awesome name can only speak to a goal of equal awesomeness, to wit: the building of a high-fiber information superhighway and interplanetary travel hub on the third-world planet Mars.
To aid and consume their products, Virgle is also establishing an Earthling colony on Mars as an ancillary concern. They're looking for volunteers. Sensibly, they seem to be looking for endomorphs (such as Yours Truly) who, let's face it, are the people you think of when you think of Pioneering Space Cowboys.
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