traffic lights
& chinese
Friday, April 29, 2011
Housework!
House...work....house...work....
slog...through...memory...banks...of...words...
Housework = fun. Fun!!!!
Fans of fun are fans of housework.
slog...through...memory...banks...of...words...
Housework = fun. Fun!!!!
Fans of fun are fans of housework.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Things To Really Like In Life
Healthy car tires without nails in them.
It occured to me to say that for some reason.
What else?
Wildflowers, and also, we seem to need them to survive.
It occured to me to say that for some reason.
What else?
Wildflowers, and also, we seem to need them to survive.
The point
Pretty much, I guess. The point of life is...try to do whatever good you were supposed to do. Or else you'll have to come back and do it. Perhaps it's a very oversimplified to say it that way, but it's like that. Language is pesky that way.
Koan
Strangely, I have never considered a koan. I'd have thought I would have, but no. Here's a site that has some. On first glance, maybe I was most interested in "Blow Out A Candle" and "Buddha Twirls a Flower."
??
Maybe later.
??
Maybe later.
Yay you, yay UFC
Oh, this was a charming story. GSP uses bully pulpit for noble cause.
Or I thought so, until the formerly bullied paragon of nobility decided to gloat over the fact that the prettiest girl in his school turned "fat and ugly."
See, judging women by their looks and never paying them equally and slandering women as part of the insults of sports "you throw like a girl, etc."
That's not like REAL bullying.
That's just MISOGYNY.
That's JUST LIFE!
Or I thought so, until the formerly bullied paragon of nobility decided to gloat over the fact that the prettiest girl in his school turned "fat and ugly."
See, judging women by their looks and never paying them equally and slandering women as part of the insults of sports "you throw like a girl, etc."
That's not like REAL bullying.
That's just MISOGYNY.
That's JUST LIFE!
Morning amusement
Pencil's on the floor. Use toes to clutch it. Bend knee, transfer to hand, and then to the table top surface.
they so should
I've some friends who are much better writers than I...I am an ideas person and they are good at details. Feels fine to say it. Though perhaps I will try to get better at details too. Plus I have a friend who doesn't want to be the nice girl at work since the nice girl at work never gets $$$. Let's hope the future arrives quick.
despues
yogurt + lemon + vanilla + local honey
& Brave Sir Robin scenes (Monty Python)
&.....que mas...
& Brave Sir Robin scenes (Monty Python)
&.....que mas...
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
It's a hiccupy eve
A girl sent me this website and said she was so freaked out by it....
(insert nudist website that girl sent you when you find it.)
YQ: So I’ve heard or read that some people think that if they’re too big they don’t like it.
XZ: I dunno…if they’re too big they don’t seem as sexy?
YQ: So who are you thinking about that have too large aureole that don’t seem as sexy.
XZ: I don’t know!
YQ: Oh come on…you must have SOME frame of reference for overly large aureole! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
XZ: You really crack yourself up don’t you.
YQ: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA….
~~~~
My brain still thinks music is bellisisimo.
I'd write in another language if I had the benefit.
(insert nudist website that girl sent you when you find it.)
YQ: So I’ve heard or read that some people think that if they’re too big they don’t like it.
XZ: I dunno…if they’re too big they don’t seem as sexy?
YQ: So who are you thinking about that have too large aureole that don’t seem as sexy.
XZ: I don’t know!
YQ: Oh come on…you must have SOME frame of reference for overly large aureole! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
XZ: You really crack yourself up don’t you.
YQ: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA….
~~~~
My brain still thinks music is bellisisimo.
I'd write in another language if I had the benefit.
Insight
Lots of boys know the whole patriarchy thing's a scam.
Sometimes they don't know quite how to articulate it or admit it, but...
they know!
Sometimes they don't know quite how to articulate it or admit it, but...
they know!
The peasant and the royal one
Maybe it could be fun to concoct this allegorical piece/pastiche/cupcake sculpture, imparting the tale of woe of a personal assistant who, through a very convoluted set of circumstances, got smart and decided to follow a trail of bread crumbs dropping from the hand of another person—oh what the hell, lets even say it was a person of impoverished nobility—for a while. To help himself make art. And lo and behold, it worked out. Maybe because of that, and probably for a whole lot of other reasons.
Eventually the one that got trailed around thought she’d figured some of it out. And it was interesting, especially as she realized P.A. went to this institution that looked really rotten. It was sort of emblematic of the worst crimes. Maybe she saw someone with four hundred cuts head to toe because of the institution of rottenness. Although, like many institutions, there is a possibility that it wasn’t entirely rotten. But unfortunately, it was certainly experienced as such.
Sometimes it used the artist as a poster boy and then he was all like, this was such a greeeaaaat place…I feel soooo sorrrry for those young people nowadays who don’t know how coooool it was….and he was sort of a jackass. In the end though, circumstances contrived….hey, is someone saying that sounds contrived?…anyway…he got educated. By the end of his life, he was not only a successful architect, but also a blissful yogi meditator sort, who gave plenty of his fortune (if it was such) away to organizations that assisted people who were helping other people recover from assault, or other icky things that people STILL don’t want to talk about. Light shone in various brains! This was fantastic, and the community built a new institution. Not only were the cupcakes delicious, but it was completely up to code. The wiring was not the least bit faulty. And that’s the end, for a time’s being. Excellent Cupcakes!
Well…actually there was a teeny electrical fire. It started in the theater. It had happened when she walked by this pile of dirt next to a dam, which kind of reminded her of Dante’s mountain in Purgatory. Some things were still kind of screwy. Someone born in 1987 could make 57 million for shooting hoops and doing that other stuff that gets done on the court of sports (if you’re a male), and could also plumb the depths of cupcakery, declaring “that one’s quite obviously the most scrumptious, for it won the prize!!!” to an impressed audience. Nevertheless, the response was not insignificant. And at one point, the whole neighborhood was saturated with a squadron of emergency response vehicles. In part because a kid had fallen off his skateboard, and broke his arm. Pretty much, it was an improvement. A really good gesture. Overall.
Eventually the one that got trailed around thought she’d figured some of it out. And it was interesting, especially as she realized P.A. went to this institution that looked really rotten. It was sort of emblematic of the worst crimes. Maybe she saw someone with four hundred cuts head to toe because of the institution of rottenness. Although, like many institutions, there is a possibility that it wasn’t entirely rotten. But unfortunately, it was certainly experienced as such.
Sometimes it used the artist as a poster boy and then he was all like, this was such a greeeaaaat place…I feel soooo sorrrry for those young people nowadays who don’t know how coooool it was….and he was sort of a jackass. In the end though, circumstances contrived….hey, is someone saying that sounds contrived?…anyway…he got educated. By the end of his life, he was not only a successful architect, but also a blissful yogi meditator sort, who gave plenty of his fortune (if it was such) away to organizations that assisted people who were helping other people recover from assault, or other icky things that people STILL don’t want to talk about. Light shone in various brains! This was fantastic, and the community built a new institution. Not only were the cupcakes delicious, but it was completely up to code. The wiring was not the least bit faulty. And that’s the end, for a time’s being. Excellent Cupcakes!
Well…actually there was a teeny electrical fire. It started in the theater. It had happened when she walked by this pile of dirt next to a dam, which kind of reminded her of Dante’s mountain in Purgatory. Some things were still kind of screwy. Someone born in 1987 could make 57 million for shooting hoops and doing that other stuff that gets done on the court of sports (if you’re a male), and could also plumb the depths of cupcakery, declaring “that one’s quite obviously the most scrumptious, for it won the prize!!!” to an impressed audience. Nevertheless, the response was not insignificant. And at one point, the whole neighborhood was saturated with a squadron of emergency response vehicles. In part because a kid had fallen off his skateboard, and broke his arm. Pretty much, it was an improvement. A really good gesture. Overall.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A & B
A: "So I don't know why but I checked out Portia de Rossi's memoir from the library. Sometimes I feel like there should be a statute of limitations on the amount of books that get published about the problems of the priviledged."
B: "People want to relate to other people. You can't lock them away in an ivory tower."
Later, A dives in, feeling all, like, "Teach me the problems of the priviledged!" Reading to page 15, A comes to feel that perhaps what B said is right.
B: "People want to relate to other people. You can't lock them away in an ivory tower."
Later, A dives in, feeling all, like, "Teach me the problems of the priviledged!" Reading to page 15, A comes to feel that perhaps what B said is right.
Friday, April 22, 2011
hmmmmm....
Hoping this never goes away. Cut Chemist's "The Garden" with something (scenes from Animatrix?) on video.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Happy
What can you do (assuming you have stock and it matters to you) when three guys tell you about S & P and how stocks tumbled?
Call someone. Don't jump. Pray to the Virgin. Don't Worry Be Happy.
And of course you can do that even if you don't have stock because there's that always trickle down effect that just spreads....
~~~~~~~
You know, maybe one day it will be a great time to discover and appreciate the existence of fine wines and cosmetics and f--- all but this Monday just does not seem like that day. Or maybe it does to some people. Lucky them. It's better to appreciate a flower maybe. Flower! How you dare to bloom! And you are free! Free!!
Call someone. Don't jump. Pray to the Virgin. Don't Worry Be Happy.
And of course you can do that even if you don't have stock because there's that always trickle down effect that just spreads....
~~~~~~~
You know, maybe one day it will be a great time to discover and appreciate the existence of fine wines and cosmetics and f--- all but this Monday just does not seem like that day. Or maybe it does to some people. Lucky them. It's better to appreciate a flower maybe. Flower! How you dare to bloom! And you are free! Free!!
Something There?
MIGHT have been something I heard.
But. Maybe Not.
Some other version maybe?
Seems not possible to find.
Instead, found something else and something else and something else...
Something There Remix (was something else)
Something There Acoustic (ditto)
Glyphs of the Horizon
Zannat
But. Maybe Not.
Some other version maybe?
Seems not possible to find.
Instead, found something else and something else and something else...
Something There Remix (was something else)
Something There Acoustic (ditto)
Glyphs of the Horizon
Zannat
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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