I'm gonna try to get back into regular blogging; though Twitter may get your poop-related thoughts disseminated to a wider audience, some things are best if they are just e-whispered (or is that "i-whispered?"). I mean, who reads personal blogs anymore? This is still a good forum if I want to rant most impolitic without having to explain myself to old Aunt Mabel who just wants to see cute pictures of my kids on Facebook*. Put another way, I just need to get shit off my chest**.
I feel better already.
*Ain't no fucking Farmville or FourSquare here either, so there's that.
**Man, I miss being able to swear as much as I want, the kids are starting to pick up on the fact that it's not a good thing, which means they are pushing those envelopes.
PS Fuck fuck fuck fuckety fuck
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01 August 2010
05 November 2008
20 October 2008
WIA Poetry Corner
I'm not into poetry; that fact notwithstanding, I heard this on Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac today while munching on a sandwich on my way to a meeting. Something just struck me as being profoundly true.
"Candlelight"
by Tony Hoagland
Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you're willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
are a kind of candlelight themselves,
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
v of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.
"Candlelight"
by Tony Hoagland
Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you're willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
are a kind of candlelight themselves,
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
v of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.
01 October 2008
Some Cool Things
The guy who worked on the classic Rainier Beer ads reminisces.
A shit knife? Let's see Bear Grylls do that.
A little late, now that the weather is cooler, but here's a way to deal with fruit flies.
Cheapshitcondos? The name says it all.
When's the last time you actually cracked open the Yellow Pages? Me Neither.
All of a sudden, the minivan becomes a real possibility in my life.
For more, visit my Google shared items page.
A shit knife? Let's see Bear Grylls do that.
A little late, now that the weather is cooler, but here's a way to deal with fruit flies.
Cheapshitcondos? The name says it all.
When's the last time you actually cracked open the Yellow Pages? Me Neither.
All of a sudden, the minivan becomes a real possibility in my life.
For more, visit my Google shared items page.
18 September 2008
25 August 2008
I have a confession to make...
When I was in Budapest a couple years ago, I actually ate a meal at TGI Friday's. I was just really really craving a burger.
I promise it won't happen again.
I promise it won't happen again.
10 July 2008
7.7.7 + 365
Jala2 and I celebrated our 1st anniversary last week. Well, "celebrated" may be a little inaccurate, unless kvetching about being 29 weeks pregnant and me with a gimpy foot counts as celebrating. She made me watch Stras' raw wedding footage with her. I forgot how small Roc was back then.
But I'm not complaining. Fact is, I couldn't be happier.
But I'm not complaining. Fact is, I couldn't be happier.
03 January 2008
31 August 2007
Brain Dump
Water heater's in, nice clean install by Washington Energy. Works great, we don't have to wait that long for hot water, and it's not brown anymore. I can't believe we lived with that as long as we did. Will post pics.
Tonight we're going to the Stevie Wonder concert at the Chateau. Woot! Pedro got us tickets as a wedding present. Whadda guy. And we get to bring Taco, so he can say that his first concert was Stevie. Not that he'll care, really. That's probably like me saying that my first concert was the Glenn Miller Orchestra. But it'll be fun.
Speaking of the slobber monkey, he's doing great. He can turn over from back to front like it's no one's business, but not so good the other way around. He'll be scooting around before we know it. Yikes. Seems to prefer interaction with people rather than play with toys. Which makes it hard when we need to put him down for any reason. We're starting daycare on the 4th, half days until Mom goes back to work. She's dreading those first days in the orifice after taking 5 months off, as would anyone. I'd be happy with being the sole earner so that she can take care of Roc, but that's not really doable yet. So hi ho, hi ho...
Tonight we're going to the Stevie Wonder concert at the Chateau. Woot! Pedro got us tickets as a wedding present. Whadda guy. And we get to bring Taco, so he can say that his first concert was Stevie. Not that he'll care, really. That's probably like me saying that my first concert was the Glenn Miller Orchestra. But it'll be fun.
Speaking of the slobber monkey, he's doing great. He can turn over from back to front like it's no one's business, but not so good the other way around. He'll be scooting around before we know it. Yikes. Seems to prefer interaction with people rather than play with toys. Which makes it hard when we need to put him down for any reason. We're starting daycare on the 4th, half days until Mom goes back to work. She's dreading those first days in the orifice after taking 5 months off, as would anyone. I'd be happy with being the sole earner so that she can take care of Roc, but that's not really doable yet. So hi ho, hi ho...
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