i just reblogged! twice! it’s only tuesday!
i thought i could go a whole week without reblogging. i. am. so. weak.
i just reblogged! twice! it’s only tuesday!
i thought i could go a whole week without reblogging. i. am. so. weak.
don’t try to make sense of it, just get behind it and push it over. (one-line haiku)
the river’s long term goal is to get up early and bleed into dirt. (one-line haiku)
she puts her lipstick on with a sharpie marker and then calls it quits. (one-line haiku)
tryin to write a ‘status’ haiku durin lunch line breaks don’t work well (one-line haiku)
make the phone ring with some rain.
fell asleep reading the aeneid… woke up to a little kidlinger voice saying, ‘i have to go poop.’
she’s singing along to joan osborne…
if a ‘glade’ is an open space surrounding a woods, what’s the opposite (a woods surrounding and open space)?
i now have 2 tickets to see cowboy junkies!
// no, no, no, britannica. don’t cave to wikipedia (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7846986.stm). maintain your scholarly integrity.
listening to saturday morning jazz while the kidlingers play and i read the recent issue of nyrob.
*yawn* i think the 9pm café latte is finally wearing off… time to finish reading an essay on the republic of letters.
whatever happened to the great american music hour podcast w/ Jerry Jodice?
sometimes i enter a song like entering an old friend’s home where i sit down and share coffee and conversation.
let’s talk about marketing products. let’s talk about products people need & enjoy. let’s talk about consumer evangelists.
it’s windy. it’s rainy. some might say a bit gloomy. days like these i’d love to curl up on the couch with a good book and cup of coffee.
nothing goes better when watching rob roy than a black mocha stout from hbc.
AWRsum! the latest issue of paste and nyrob arrived in the post. can’t wait to start reading.
does a song every bring back a scent? i’m listening to a song & can small my old roommate’s strawberry biddies.
totally, blew the whole analog sunday commitment.
ah, i see the weekend approaching… she is beautiful… like a sunrise.
reading a poetry anthology as an after dinner dessert.
fell asleep thinking about an essay by david lehman and woke up with ac/dc’s song ‘hells bells’ runnin through my head.