4/29/2011
Thinking
The ability to think straight is often thwarted by the necessity of having to socialize with dimwits.
The Weakling
He has a weak leg--immeasurably so. And so he hunches over each time he walks. Not because of any pain, but out fear that were his leg to give way he's that much closer to the ground.
MMX Revisted
What is felt now, looking back, thinking back...is the unfortunate belief that I have become inexplicably capable of being inauspiciously enthralled by the most obstinate, asinine, and silliest of women.
Moment
The compliment immediately caused me to self reflect rather confidently project any reasonable reason for my standing there.
4/28/2011
Redux
The chilly wind grabbed my lapel and blew it tight against my coat; my scarf, luckless and having had enough of my shoulders...took flight, off and went.
Some hero I'd make.
Some hero I'd make.
The Draining Types
Her need to illustrate her importance is so invariably large...that were you to ask her something as mundane as, hmm, let's say, 'how old were you when you first learned to tie your shoes?'
She'd stare right at you at and answer with some such nonsense about getting her dexterous and gifted start (in all shoe related matters) while simultaneously undergoing the rigorous ordeal of fetus development.
She'd stare right at you at and answer with some such nonsense about getting her dexterous and gifted start (in all shoe related matters) while simultaneously undergoing the rigorous ordeal of fetus development.
...
April 28. 'I find you very interesting, James. Very. I am extremely intrigued by you. This might not be the best thing, though. Tell me more about yourself.' (Potential employer/interview #23).
Sensitivities
She took everything too personally...to such a bewildering degree. I mean a farmer's wife, sickened by the flu, could sneeze, a mile or two away; a farm or two to the north. And she'd still assume it was her new perfume (or some such nonsense) wafting over the fields reeking havoc on her neighbor's senses.
4/27/2011
The Universe
Scalloped potatoes are the universe's way of saying, "You know what guys, you're right, life does suck sometimes, but you know what? Try these. Mmmm right? RIGHT? Yeah, that's right! Gobble them up, my little minions, gobble them up."
*Yep, that's what the universe sounds like. Exactly what she sounds like.*
*Yep, that's what the universe sounds like. Exactly what she sounds like.*
4/26/2011
Writing's Seduction
A simple wish really...to give this sentence the charm to convince the next sentence to get a little handsy with it.
'Nope, not a chance, I say...' is all it fears it'll will hear, though. 'Nope, not a chance.'
'Nope, not a chance, I say...' is all it fears it'll will hear, though. 'Nope, not a chance.'
MMX Redux
The brunette instilled confusion, the older of the two...wisdom. The blond? Soul. It was a year of superfluous gifts--not one of which was a calm and rational friend.
Rewards
(X): 'Who the hell died and made you king?! Huh?'
(Y): 'Ummm, my grandmother?!? I used to change her diapers. That and the day before she died, I found her nude and on her bed (having lost all virtue of prudence, privacy, and discretion) spread eagled, and cleaning her whoo whoo!'
(Z): 'Yep, that sounds about right. All hail the new King! All. Hail. The. New. King!'
(Y): 'Ummm, my grandmother?!? I used to change her diapers. That and the day before she died, I found her nude and on her bed (having lost all virtue of prudence, privacy, and discretion) spread eagled, and cleaning her whoo whoo!'
(Z): 'Yep, that sounds about right. All hail the new King! All. Hail. The. New. King!'
Hero
The chilly wind blew the lapel tight against my coat; my scarf, luckless and having had enough of my shoulders, took flight...off and went.
Some hero I'd make.
Some hero I'd make.
Ideas
One is easily dismantled. If, for example, a man wraps himself in an idea that at first squeals in delight, welcomes and dances...then retreats and recoils...
...accepts and rejects, approves and renounces, spits at and applauds...
...only to recoil again.
...accepts and rejects, approves and renounces, spits at and applauds...
...only to recoil again.
4/25/2011
Mother's Day
Now that all is said and done: There was 1 massive heart attack, an open heart surgery, and a near-fatal sternum infection. There was Propofol and Fentanyl and 6 days on a ventilator. There were 3 different hospitals, 2 ICUs, 6 calls to 911, 7 ambulance rides, a stint in rehab, and 3 near-death experiences.
There were 64 dutiful-son hospital visits, 2 cardiologists, 3 heart surgeons, 5 doctors, 36 nurses, 5 social workers, and 9 kind orderlies. There were 5 forty-hour days.
There was a cancer scare and a cluster cycle, and 2 rounds of steroids. There were X-rays and blood tests, wills and pills. There was English and French, 2 different cities, 3 different homes, and 6 different beds.
In the last year, 'I've seen so much, in so many places, so much heart ache, in so many faces...so many dirty things...you couldn't even believe...' but I am proud to say that my mother is out of the infirmary, alive and now well, and I have finally become...I have finally become a man.
There were 64 dutiful-son hospital visits, 2 cardiologists, 3 heart surgeons, 5 doctors, 36 nurses, 5 social workers, and 9 kind orderlies. There were 5 forty-hour days.
There was a cancer scare and a cluster cycle, and 2 rounds of steroids. There were X-rays and blood tests, wills and pills. There was English and French, 2 different cities, 3 different homes, and 6 different beds.
In the last year, 'I've seen so much, in so many places, so much heart ache, in so many faces...so many dirty things...you couldn't even believe...' but I am proud to say that my mother is out of the infirmary, alive and now well, and I have finally become...I have finally become a man.
4/24/2011
Lady Luck
Should it be discovered that reincarnation exists, I am certain it will be found that Mussolini was a terribly good friend, that I was responsible for the extermination of a thousand gifted children, perhaps the slaughtering of an entire infant population, or maybe I was a vegetarian.
4/23/2011
Opposition
What is especially true for the success of any social group's longevity is the need to find an opposition.
4/22/2011
MMX Redux
Had I the chance, you two, I gladly would have saved your fathers. And you? You, I gladly would have saved your mother. But you, well, let's just say...I wish I could have muted both your parents.
MMX
The brunette instilled confusion, the older of the two...wisdom. The blond? Soul. It was a year of superfluous gifts.
...
March 28. Two weeks, one business, two positions, three meetings, five managers, two telephone calls, one peculiar coincidence, applauds and accolades.
And yet.
And yet.
Conservative V. Liberal
The Conservative tells us what we cannot do. The Liberal tells us what we can.
4/21/2011
Dung
(X): 'You know, I would like nothing more than to introduce that man's face to a steamy pile of manure...'
(Y): 'You're so poignant.'
(Z): 'Cow, dog, or elephant? Wait, I'll surprise you. Hold on.'
(Y): 'You're so poignant.'
(Z): 'Cow, dog, or elephant? Wait, I'll surprise you. Hold on.'
Perspectives
I watched the moment strike me from the point it was tossed. As if from behind a child when seeking the attention of his father will throw an object at his head.
4/20/2011
Redux
It is befuddling to learn just how vocal, inspired, and propelled our emotions can when they first set out to prove they exist.
Redux
The revolt began with a whisper in a crowded room
on a morning meant more for 'choo-che-choos' and 'la de dahs' than a boy's coming of age.
on a morning meant more for 'choo-che-choos' and 'la de dahs' than a boy's coming of age.
4/19/2011
Turtles
(X): 'So (rubs his hands) what do you guys wanna do?'
(Y): 'I don't know. Maybe throw some turtles at the elderly and disabled?!?!'
(Z): 'Score! Let me get Whiskers!'
(Y): 'I don't know. Maybe throw some turtles at the elderly and disabled?!?!'
(Z): 'Score! Let me get Whiskers!'
Wounded Dancers
(X): 'A good-hearted, employed, and sober fella, huh? Ha!'
(Y): 'He sounds just like her father.'
(Z): 'Ba dump bump.'
(Y): 'He sounds just like her father.'
(Z): 'Ba dump bump.'
WARNING
Warning: this sentence contains subtle wit and ferocious hilarity. Oh, and a non sequitur; because red wagons are fun.
4/18/2011
Emotions
It is befuddling to learn just how vocal emotions can be when they first set out to prove they exist.
4/17/2011
The Ballet
There is little wisdom to be found (and equally little to be gained) in watching a grown man weep.
There is little wisdom to be found (and equally little to be gained) stumbling upon a grown man weeping.
There is little wisdom to be found (and equally little to be gained) stumbling upon a grown man weeping.
Under The Bridge
The troll is an often misunderstood character...who is perhaps more disappointed in his lack of height than we are in our lack of confidence when confronted by him.
4/15/2011
Human Judgement
All Human Judgement ought to be muted then placed in our dreams...in those wildly pitched moments where we find ourselves engage in self dialogue--when chased (let's say) by a platoon of dust bunnies rising readily on the colour blue...set in regions yet to be discovered, on nights governed by refrigerators.
If for no other reason then to imprint the absurdity of the criticism more fully into our conscious mind.
If for no other reason then to imprint the absurdity of the criticism more fully into our conscious mind.
4/13/2011
4/12/2011
Re-do Redux
Our progression as a species, our evolution, has provided (many of) us with a multitude of superfluous gifts.
Political rhetoric, vanity, gossip, idealism...
Political rhetoric, vanity, gossip, idealism...
4/11/2011
Redux
Our progression as a species, our evolution, has provided (many of) us with a multitude of superfluous gifts.
The most popular, it seems, is our ability to socially humiliate our fellow man.
The most popular, it seems, is our ability to socially humiliate our fellow man.
Redux
Shamefully, focusing on a common enemy, rather than a purpose, is the most fashionable way to unify one's...goddamn fuckin' vegetarians...
Fighters
Shamefully, finding a common enemy, rather than a purpose, is the most efficient way to unify any social group...
Ambition
The most challenging place for an ambitious man to stand is in limbo.
The most challenging place for an ambitious man is limbo.
The most challenging place for an ambitious man is limbo.
Naturally
Her Arrogance, naturally frustrated by its usual business of exile, strolled around the courtyard rather cheerily this mornin'.
I was undoubtedly blessed.
I was undoubtedly blessed.
...
April 11. How does one not only effectively engage in, but seek out as well, everyday small talk?
4/08/2011
Two Types
There are (at least) two types in this world...two grandiose types who continually annihilate any chance we have at understanding our purpose as a species.
The first is the religious fanatic; the second is the vegetarian.
The first is the religious fanatic; the second is the vegetarian.
Redux
That men enjoy war as a distraction to our attempts at understanding women...is far too great a probable fact.
4/07/2011
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4/01/2011
My Penniless Case
I had felt something squirm in the corner of my wallet. When I went to investigate, a small creature, no bigger than a locket, jiggled and wiggled from out behind the pocket; it then huffed and puffed, and earnestly screamed 'Indigence! Indigence! You're living the dream!'
Then with a wave of its hand and the rolling of its eyes, it motioned it was done and jumped back from where it had come.
Then with a wave of its hand and the rolling of its eyes, it motioned it was done and jumped back from where it had come.
Functionality
I am opposed to any activity that does not carry (as its central mandate) the ambition to be functional.
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