I just got done writing a bit. And yes, I mean writing, actual old-school writing...you know, with a pen instead of a keyboard? My hand is cramped. I'm not used to this pen-ma-jigger-hickey.
It's been awhile since I've added a post. Oh, but it seems that I'm writing a play.
So see ya when I see ya, blogga.
Make sure you don't leave the refrijj open.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Do Not Get Stoned Before You Do the Above Two Steps
"Stoners discovered that Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon syncs up perfectly with the movie The Wizard of Oz. Here's how you do it:
1.)Start the film.
2.)When the MGM lion roars for the third time, press play on your music player.
3.) Now get stoned. Do not get stoned before you do the above two steps, or you will probably mess up."
--from The Pocket DJ by Sarah Lewitinn
1.)Start the film.
2.)When the MGM lion roars for the third time, press play on your music player.
3.) Now get stoned. Do not get stoned before you do the above two steps, or you will probably mess up."
--from The Pocket DJ by Sarah Lewitinn
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
beautiful.
"Fingers pause / above piano keys for the chord / that will not form. Slam them down / I say. Make music of what you can."
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The night I went out for cookies
I am going to get my hopes up.
And I'm going to storm this Earth.
I'm going to put my faith into all I want, and feel everything they tell me not to feel.
And I'm going to get hurt--I'll get hurt a million times.
I'll cry and I'll sob, but I'll just end up wanting even more.
And after I get it wrong,
and get it wrong,
and get it wrong a hundred thousand times,
one day, I am going to get it right.
And no one can take that away from me.
And I'm going to storm this Earth.
I'm going to put my faith into all I want, and feel everything they tell me not to feel.
And I'm going to get hurt--I'll get hurt a million times.
I'll cry and I'll sob, but I'll just end up wanting even more.
And after I get it wrong,
and get it wrong,
and get it wrong a hundred thousand times,
one day, I am going to get it right.
And no one can take that away from me.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
My Hope
I really hope that what I write means something,
to someone out there,
because it means so much to me.
to someone out there,
because it means so much to me.
Monday, March 1, 2010
I'm in love, and I've never even met him...
So I was reading Reader's Digest again, just flipping through the pages absent-mindedly, dreading going out in the cold to take my dog for yet another pee, when I saw him.
Jeff Deck is his name. I don't really like the name Jeff. I don't really like the name Deck. But what that man can do with a little ink just makes me tremble in my readers.
Deck is the founder of a magical organization called TEAL: "Typo Eradication Advancement League."
This...glorious, glorious man has made it his goal to, get this, travel the US with a few tools and his own post-grammar school inteligence, correcting sins against the English language wherever he goes.
Call me the biggest nerd of all time, but it irks me to no end when people who are responsible for creating ads and making signs and billboards that the general public (including impressionable young children, eek!) see on a daily basis make grammatical errors that a kindergartener should be shamed for.
It's "women's" not "womens'." "Less" does not mean "fewer." And yes, I WILL notice, not to mention become extremely uncomfortable, if you use the wrong form of to/two/too. Is it that difficult to learn your own damn language?
"I started thinking about how I could change the world in my own humble way," said my future husband.
Granted, he's not fighting malaria in economically substandard countries, but he's fighting stupidity, which I'd say is an admirable (and necessary) battle.
So bravo, Deck, and may the grammar gods guide you to victory.
*note: If you really do think I am insane, please watch the movie "Idiocracy." That is all.
Jeff Deck is his name. I don't really like the name Jeff. I don't really like the name Deck. But what that man can do with a little ink just makes me tremble in my readers.
Deck is the founder of a magical organization called TEAL: "Typo Eradication Advancement League."
This...glorious, glorious man has made it his goal to, get this, travel the US with a few tools and his own post-grammar school inteligence, correcting sins against the English language wherever he goes.
Call me the biggest nerd of all time, but it irks me to no end when people who are responsible for creating ads and making signs and billboards that the general public (including impressionable young children, eek!) see on a daily basis make grammatical errors that a kindergartener should be shamed for.
It's "women's" not "womens'." "Less" does not mean "fewer." And yes, I WILL notice, not to mention become extremely uncomfortable, if you use the wrong form of to/two/too. Is it that difficult to learn your own damn language?
"I started thinking about how I could change the world in my own humble way," said my future husband.
Granted, he's not fighting malaria in economically substandard countries, but he's fighting stupidity, which I'd say is an admirable (and necessary) battle.
So bravo, Deck, and may the grammar gods guide you to victory.
*note: If you really do think I am insane, please watch the movie "Idiocracy." That is all.
Random stuff I read in Reader's Digest that amused me
"In God we trust. All others, bring data."
"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families."
And this one is silly, but I love it:
"What did the zero say to the eight?" "Nice belt!" (I really had to think about that for a minute.)
hehe.
"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families."
And this one is silly, but I love it:
"What did the zero say to the eight?" "Nice belt!" (I really had to think about that for a minute.)
hehe.
hmm
I have a cool idea of something I want to post on here...but it's kinda risky if I do it honestly!
I was reading through old journals of mine, and I've gone through so much on those pages. I kind of want to pick a starting point, and choose pages randomly (maybe every tenth or something) up until now and post what I wrote, or the gist of what I wrote.
Anyone who writes on even a semi-regular basis can attest to how obvious the evolution of a person can be through the precious thoughts that they deemed important enought to keep over a period of time. It's fascinating to me to see how far I have come in some areas, and how astounding it is that some areas of my life give me the exact same problems they did years ago.
I'm going to think on this one, but I'll probably do it soon!
I was reading through old journals of mine, and I've gone through so much on those pages. I kind of want to pick a starting point, and choose pages randomly (maybe every tenth or something) up until now and post what I wrote, or the gist of what I wrote.
Anyone who writes on even a semi-regular basis can attest to how obvious the evolution of a person can be through the precious thoughts that they deemed important enought to keep over a period of time. It's fascinating to me to see how far I have come in some areas, and how astounding it is that some areas of my life give me the exact same problems they did years ago.
I'm going to think on this one, but I'll probably do it soon!
genius
"The force of will to make all the mistakes necessary to get the right answer--that is really the power of genius."
--Michio Kaku
--Michio Kaku
I want to see beneath you, around you and inside.
Can I line your body in ink,
wrap your fingers with curves of my own?
Trace your edges, back and forth,
until I get the lines
just right?
Peel off
your layers
of outer excess,
and paint dewey swirls all over your chest?
Dot your eyes with specks of light...
lover, can I draw you tonight?
wrap your fingers with curves of my own?
Trace your edges, back and forth,
until I get the lines
just right?
Peel off
your layers
of outer excess,
and paint dewey swirls all over your chest?
Dot your eyes with specks of light...
lover, can I draw you tonight?
This goes out to/ the one I /ruin/ goes out to the one I /love
Beauty is my
weakness my
undoing my
destruction it
will surely be
the end of me
because it's all I see
in you.
weakness my
undoing my
destruction it
will surely be
the end of me
because it's all I see
in you.
Good night, Blogger.
Wow I need to go to sleep.
It's already 3:22 a.m., Monday, March 1, 2010.
Good night, moon.
Good night, brain.
[I wish I had an off-switch.]
It's already 3:22 a.m., Monday, March 1, 2010.
Good night, moon.
Good night, brain.
[I wish I had an off-switch.]
I was looking out the window one night when I saw the truth and the lies, and feared I did not know the difference
The walls of this room
baracade me in-
my fortress, my
destruction.
They warp and bend,
standing white and
rigid before me,
allowing in only
patches of
light.
Their peep holes gazing
down at me,
laugh.
They hold me
in as we float, rough and tumbling,
smooth as glass through the universe.
...These walls suck the life right
out of me;
they suck the life right out.
baracade me in-
my fortress, my
destruction.
They warp and bend,
standing white and
rigid before me,
allowing in only
patches of
light.
Their peep holes gazing
down at me,
laugh.
They hold me
in as we float, rough and tumbling,
smooth as glass through the universe.
...These walls suck the life right
out of me;
they suck the life right out.
A few poems I'm bending around about the Indian god, Kama
Oh,
Kama...
why must you torture me so?
----------------------------------
Kama,
is that you?
Or just an unfamiliar wind...?
A wind I stirred myself,
long before the world
had taught me any better,
about what it's like
to spend these nights
alone--
stretched out weary on an endless bed of
black?
Kama...
why must you torture me so?
----------------------------------
Kama,
is that you?
Or just an unfamiliar wind...?
A wind I stirred myself,
long before the world
had taught me any better,
about what it's like
to spend these nights
alone--
stretched out weary on an endless bed of
black?
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