I love the haze that hangs over new york city in the morning.
The taste
of soymilk flitting through my coffee.
I love the strangers in the airport--
the lights the sounds I love
Irish accents
and dark beer,
love
warm blankets, movies, stealing
parking cones
I love love love
I love
love
love
my dog;
hours upon hours in the library stacks.
I love
I love
I love love love just
adore
my guilty pleasures
Sex and the City
sex
and the city.
I don't love bus stops
that 71A, how it makes me wait.
I don't love
I don't love
I hate...
hate.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I'll have a side of philosophy with that calc homework, please
It's strange...
Now. It's something we can never capture. It is a gift only realized by some of the people, some of the time, and I have to wonder if even that many. Sometimes, it seems more difficult to enjoy the now if we spend too much of it trying to realize it, trying to soak it all in and live as if we were alive. And yet, sometimes it makes things all the more beautiful to realize--to take stock of things and look at the big picture for a second. Or revel in the little details, if only for a moment.
It is given to us every second of every day, and yet it constantly eludes us: now. We can capture the past (to some extent), in memories, photographs, recordings and the like. We can also capture something of the future, with technology and expectations.
Yet, in working to capture the past and the present, we miss the the thing that can never be captured. No, now cannot be recorded in some way, to have and to hold, but rather, it must simply be experienced. The only way to ever truly accept your gift of now is to live it, and occasionally stop for a moment and revel in what it feels like to be present.
Does this momentary nature make living more, or less, beautiful...?
I think it might make it a little scarier, a little more mysterious. Yet if there is a purpose to life's being this way, then I think it would be to make life better. You can't have worries if you live for the moment, and it's almost as if we're meant to enjoy.
Who knows? He who seals the answers in the breeze, and tucks them behind the clouds.
Now. It's something we can never capture. It is a gift only realized by some of the people, some of the time, and I have to wonder if even that many. Sometimes, it seems more difficult to enjoy the now if we spend too much of it trying to realize it, trying to soak it all in and live as if we were alive. And yet, sometimes it makes things all the more beautiful to realize--to take stock of things and look at the big picture for a second. Or revel in the little details, if only for a moment.
It is given to us every second of every day, and yet it constantly eludes us: now. We can capture the past (to some extent), in memories, photographs, recordings and the like. We can also capture something of the future, with technology and expectations.
Yet, in working to capture the past and the present, we miss the the thing that can never be captured. No, now cannot be recorded in some way, to have and to hold, but rather, it must simply be experienced. The only way to ever truly accept your gift of now is to live it, and occasionally stop for a moment and revel in what it feels like to be present.
Does this momentary nature make living more, or less, beautiful...?
I think it might make it a little scarier, a little more mysterious. Yet if there is a purpose to life's being this way, then I think it would be to make life better. You can't have worries if you live for the moment, and it's almost as if we're meant to enjoy.
Who knows? He who seals the answers in the breeze, and tucks them behind the clouds.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Alternative Uses For Condoms--For Those of us Who Aren't Getting Any
Being single is hard to do…especially when it means no dependable sex. But just because your mojo is going unused, that doesn’t mean your condoms have to. There are a virtual load of alternative ways to put those little rubber treasures to work that will have you feeling almost better in no time.
1.) Soft Drink Cozy—That Coca Cola feeling ever so slightly room-temperature? I don’t mean to sound like your mother, but—-you should’ve used a condom!
2.) Paperweight—That’s right; it’s simple: Step 1: Take condom, fill with shattered hopes and dreams of getting laid (sand will also work). Step 2: Smack that puppy onto your desk for a long night of, you guessed it, homework. Ohh yeeah.
3.) Finger Puppets—For all you creative types, condoms serve as an excellent canvas for some totally tubular characters. Note: some creations may look as though they have a mammoth tumor sprouting forth from their scalps. This can easily be trimmed with scissors.
4.) Change Purse—We’ve all been there. Nighttime, alone, in a shady part of town. Some of us, perhaps, have even been mugged--those of us, that is, who didn’t have our quarters stored safely in a lubed up condom. It’s a rare thug who can grab hold of such a tiny, slippery package.
5.) Automatic Tissue—Have allergies? Well, you needn’t worry about constantly keeping a tissue on hand if you’ve got a condom. Simply affix the outer ring to the skin around your nose (how? I don’t know. Do you want me to think of everything?)and each time you sneeze, WAMMO! It’s an automatic, inflatable mucus-magnet.
6.) Wind Sock—Everyone likes to know the weather, and also which direction that weather is heading. So slap a condom onto whatever stick you have handy, and let the blowing begin.
That is the end of my list, but you needn’t stop there. There are endless varieties of fun that can be had with poor, underestimated condoms—so often misjudged as suitable for mere sex. So remember, even if you are not using condoms for their prescribed purpose, you can still have fun. Just…not as much.
1.) Soft Drink Cozy—That Coca Cola feeling ever so slightly room-temperature? I don’t mean to sound like your mother, but—-you should’ve used a condom!
2.) Paperweight—That’s right; it’s simple: Step 1: Take condom, fill with shattered hopes and dreams of getting laid (sand will also work). Step 2: Smack that puppy onto your desk for a long night of, you guessed it, homework. Ohh yeeah.
3.) Finger Puppets—For all you creative types, condoms serve as an excellent canvas for some totally tubular characters. Note: some creations may look as though they have a mammoth tumor sprouting forth from their scalps. This can easily be trimmed with scissors.
4.) Change Purse—We’ve all been there. Nighttime, alone, in a shady part of town. Some of us, perhaps, have even been mugged--those of us, that is, who didn’t have our quarters stored safely in a lubed up condom. It’s a rare thug who can grab hold of such a tiny, slippery package.
5.) Automatic Tissue—Have allergies? Well, you needn’t worry about constantly keeping a tissue on hand if you’ve got a condom. Simply affix the outer ring to the skin around your nose (how? I don’t know. Do you want me to think of everything?)and each time you sneeze, WAMMO! It’s an automatic, inflatable mucus-magnet.
6.) Wind Sock—Everyone likes to know the weather, and also which direction that weather is heading. So slap a condom onto whatever stick you have handy, and let the blowing begin.
That is the end of my list, but you needn’t stop there. There are endless varieties of fun that can be had with poor, underestimated condoms—so often misjudged as suitable for mere sex. So remember, even if you are not using condoms for their prescribed purpose, you can still have fun. Just…not as much.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Vectors
Plaid shirts and expertly tousled hair congregate outside my window...the smell of vegetable soup wafting through the air~...
I'm trying out a new type of poetry now. Not to replace the old, but to complement it--stretch and rotate it, through the x's and holes...the exes and wholes; and halfs and everything in between.
But if I can speak in f's and x's, and f(x)'s, frontwards and backwards, from the origin of me; if I can tempt brilliance (when I don't come up empty), would you call me a traitor?
...or could I be
splendidly
multilingual?
I'm trying out a new type of poetry now. Not to replace the old, but to complement it--stretch and rotate it, through the x's and holes...the exes and wholes; and halfs and everything in between.
But if I can speak in f's and x's, and f(x)'s, frontwards and backwards, from the origin of me; if I can tempt brilliance (when I don't come up empty), would you call me a traitor?
...or could I be
splendidly
multilingual?
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
of boots and straps and such
I'm not here to pull you up. I'm here to remind you that you have arms.
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