...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
He calls. I ask if he's gone on his date yet. He hasn't. I offer to set him up with an exotic ballet teacher I know. He is enthusiastic. He asks me for a date, and so next Tuesday I'll eat something unpronounceable in Little Italy.
I think about this. If I had said No, I'm slammed, it wouldn't have been a lie, or a personal rejection, because he knows I love him forever.
Easy enough, I suppose, to ask out a woman whose first response is always Yes.
25 April, 2008
06 March, 2008
Monkey Hear....
...when their eloquence escapes you/ their logic ties you up and rapes you....
Heard on the street:
"Stop yer fuckin' cussing!"
If only she'd added "you little bastard".
THAT would have been perfect.
(De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da; The Police)
Heard on the street:
"Stop yer fuckin' cussing!"
If only she'd added "you little bastard".
THAT would have been perfect.
(De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da; The Police)
26 February, 2008
Monday, Yeah.
...hands are tied/ my body bruised/ she's got me with/ nothing to win and/ nothing left to lose/ and you give yourself away/ and you give yourself away....
Every so often, a day rubs me raw, takes a hot wet hook and drags my heart out all over the front of my shirt, which is why I don't wear white.
On these days, I'm grateful for things such as this,
which are testament to too much free time.
What watching (and sharing) this tribute to geekhood says about me is perhaps better left unexamined.
(With Or Without You; U2)
Every so often, a day rubs me raw, takes a hot wet hook and drags my heart out all over the front of my shirt, which is why I don't wear white.
On these days, I'm grateful for things such as this,
which are testament to too much free time.
What watching (and sharing) this tribute to geekhood says about me is perhaps better left unexamined.
(With Or Without You; U2)
20 February, 2008
Geographically Unspecific
...life's not pretty even though/ I've tried so hard to make it so/ mornings are such cold distress....
"I've gotta hit the road early, because it's going to snow."
Now, you know 'it's going to snow' doesn't mean anything to me.
He sighs, restrains himself -barely- from rolling his eyes.
"Sorry. It's going to snow HERE. Today."
Right. You should hit the road, then.
And, several hours later, it is snowing, today, right here in Baltimore.
Because, honestly, I don't much care if it's snowing (again) in Vermont.
(Snowblind; Styx)
"I've gotta hit the road early, because it's going to snow."
Now, you know 'it's going to snow' doesn't mean anything to me.
He sighs, restrains himself -barely- from rolling his eyes.
"Sorry. It's going to snow HERE. Today."
Right. You should hit the road, then.
And, several hours later, it is snowing, today, right here in Baltimore.
Because, honestly, I don't much care if it's snowing (again) in Vermont.
(Snowblind; Styx)
23 January, 2008
News? Uhm.
...about a lucky man who made the grade/ and though the news was rather sad/ I just had to laugh...
Is it news? I dunno. Is it funny? I dunno. Is there anything to laugh at? Depends. Is there a point to this? Probably not.
"The war in Iraq isn’t ever going to end and the economy’s not getting better and the goddamn Presidential campaign, which is now in its 374th week and feels like having your faith in democracy pulled out through your nose with a long skinny hook, is only halfway through. But hey did anyone else hear about this mass U.F.O. sighting in Texas?" - Tim Kreider
Yeah. Didn't I just hear this in The Onion?
"...if you're not bitter, you're not participating. " -Craig Ferguson
In local irony, which is only darkly funny, the bitter is embedded, like permafrost. Anybody got a cardboard box?
And this funny-odd, not funny-ha-ha discovery makes me question my definition of the word 'snake', because until just now, I thought it was 'limbless lizard'.
Speaking of limbless, remember little Lakshmi?
Oh, and obviously, another young starlet was sleeping with one or more Kennedys.
Other explanations are simply transparent cover-up attempts.
(A Day In The Life; The Beatles)
Is it news? I dunno. Is it funny? I dunno. Is there anything to laugh at? Depends. Is there a point to this? Probably not.
"The war in Iraq isn’t ever going to end and the economy’s not getting better and the goddamn Presidential campaign, which is now in its 374th week and feels like having your faith in democracy pulled out through your nose with a long skinny hook, is only halfway through. But hey did anyone else hear about this mass U.F.O. sighting in Texas?" - Tim Kreider
Yeah. Didn't I just hear this in The Onion?
"...if you're not bitter, you're not participating. " -Craig Ferguson
In local irony, which is only darkly funny, the bitter is embedded, like permafrost. Anybody got a cardboard box?
And this funny-odd, not funny-ha-ha discovery makes me question my definition of the word 'snake', because until just now, I thought it was 'limbless lizard'.
Speaking of limbless, remember little Lakshmi?
Oh, and obviously, another young starlet was sleeping with one or more Kennedys.
Other explanations are simply transparent cover-up attempts.
(A Day In The Life; The Beatles)
21 January, 2008
Love, despite...
...put on a little makeup, makeup/make sure they get your good side, good side...
Intent, she peers into my face, examining it minutely.
"Here, Mama. I think you need some of this."
She hands me a lipstick.
Really? I thought the point of children was that they thought you were wonderful all the time.
Oh. Do I need brightening up?
"Well, you just look... you'll..."
I watch her struggle for some belated diplomacy.
"....you just look, um, you look more like yourself when you're wearing makeup."
Ah. Do I now.
Good to know.
(Goody Two-Shoes; Adam Ant)
Intent, she peers into my face, examining it minutely.
"Here, Mama. I think you need some of this."
She hands me a lipstick.
Really? I thought the point of children was that they thought you were wonderful all the time.
Oh. Do I need brightening up?
"Well, you just look... you'll..."
I watch her struggle for some belated diplomacy.
"....you just look, um, you look more like yourself when you're wearing makeup."
Ah. Do I now.
Good to know.
(Goody Two-Shoes; Adam Ant)
17 January, 2008
Provocative? Possibly.
...You can step outside your little world [step outside]/ you can talk to a pretty girl/ she's everything you dream about/ but don't fall in love....
People have put up their holiday decorations so early... pre-Thanksgiving, sometimes, that by the time the New Year rolls around, the houses look like so many high-dollar prostitutes past their prime, bows bleached pale and ragged at the edges, strands of lights askew and half dark, once-fluffy loops of garland loosened and trailing dispiritedly in the chilly breeze.
Our tree is yet standing, in all its artificial glory.
I've been absent from the virtual world, because I've been slammed in the real one. Plus I've found a new habit:
a philanthropic vocabulary game
which has been keeping me busy, and playing at Level 46, when I desperately wish to play at or above Level 48.
It's snowing here right now, which I like, but it's turning to rain as it gets dark, which I don't like, because our unplowed hill will turn into a sheet of ice. Maybe I'll play at a higher level once I learn all these words for snow.
The rest of this Wednesday's links are about beauty.
Here are some large-as-life beauties, and an article about retro beauty .
You can get your slice of that retro pie here at Atomic Cheesecake Studios.
Oh, and a shoe blog? Hello!
Of course, if you want shoes for snow, you might look here, or for a more traditional look, here.
Though they're hardly what I'd call beautiful.
(She's A Beauty; The Tubes)
People have put up their holiday decorations so early... pre-Thanksgiving, sometimes, that by the time the New Year rolls around, the houses look like so many high-dollar prostitutes past their prime, bows bleached pale and ragged at the edges, strands of lights askew and half dark, once-fluffy loops of garland loosened and trailing dispiritedly in the chilly breeze.
Our tree is yet standing, in all its artificial glory.
I've been absent from the virtual world, because I've been slammed in the real one. Plus I've found a new habit:
a philanthropic vocabulary game
which has been keeping me busy, and playing at Level 46, when I desperately wish to play at or above Level 48.
It's snowing here right now, which I like, but it's turning to rain as it gets dark, which I don't like, because our unplowed hill will turn into a sheet of ice. Maybe I'll play at a higher level once I learn all these words for snow.
The rest of this Wednesday's links are about beauty.
Here are some large-as-life beauties, and an article about retro beauty .
You can get your slice of that retro pie here at Atomic Cheesecake Studios.
Oh, and a shoe blog? Hello!
Of course, if you want shoes for snow, you might look here, or for a more traditional look, here.
Though they're hardly what I'd call beautiful.
(She's A Beauty; The Tubes)