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HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND. WINTER IS COMING.
Marcio is the crier, Calvin is the stoic, Karl is the depressive. Lysander is the doctor, psychiatrist or psychologist. Rya is the nurse. there's nothing to do at the hospital except wait for a future ruling. it's a boys' night during the day. the only thing they'll allow is cards. the three men play a boy's game on an oversized stool as wood table that is lowered one step too much but can't be fixed. they have to make do. they aren't happy about it. they're never happy.
i don't have a lover, but i'll play along.
Zeve stands there under a pool of blood and with the angriest, most indignant scowl furrowing his brow. Ariun steps out to see what has happened, what she has caused. although always stoic, she breaks for a second when she surveys the scene. she looks at me open-mouthed, not enough to lock eyes with me, and quickly to the searing stare of Zeve. her lips are sealed. she is quiet throughout. she doesn't look at me again, just stands there waiting for something.
1. what is your astrological symbol? does it fit you? Aries. i always thought it did, but these things can fit anyone at any time, that's why they've lasted so long. i don't consider myself a ram, more a sheep. i like to ram things, but i also ram into things.
well you know what's gonna happen here, right? it's what always happens with me. whoever is the Kentucky Derby winner becomes my pick to win the Preakness two weeks after. i know it's not fair, everyone wants to choose California Chrome, but the game creator does have certain rights i suppose, he has the corner office and the upstairs suite with the chocolate shower. two more reasons: i'm from California, so yeah, surfer/skater connection, Hollywood always up to no good, freaking out whenever we get a few raindrops, etc.. and: call me a bleeding heart, but i want to see another Triple Crown. i know it's not gonna happen...but what if it DOES this year? what if it does? without hope, life is death. to win this blog game, simply choose a horse that's not California Chrome
i loved that my foot was wrecked. i loved it because it became my focus, my singular point of attention. school was worrisome, boring, and heavy, it gave me new assignments to fill and unanswerable questions to question all in the name of corporate advancement. i mean, the whole thing was stupid. i didn't want any part of this, i wanted to fly away. but i couldn't. or i didn't have the stones. i didn't have enough stones, enough weight in me to be a person of weight and stature, a fully-formed man who could make decisions on a whim and stick by them for all time. i didn't know who i was. still don't, but here at home it doesn't matter. over at the pot of boiling oil of college where recommendations mean jobs and Ivory Towers are built everyday, everything mattered, every decision you made, every class you didn't take, every credit you upgraded because you slept with the professor, this was building your portfolio for the future. it was all too complicated, i was just a guy who liked to read in the rain, did that automatically preclude me from a calculus major? yes it did, there was no fucking way i'd survive university math, i'd draw doodles on my napkins as the entire-chalkboard-sized equation was being formulated in chalk, i would get bored with the maths teacher's standard business haircut quickly. but was i then automatically an English major? thing is, reading books for enjoyment is one thing, taking essays on those books for grades and your career destroys the experience, it kills the initial loving of books.
1. my favorite month is________because___________. September because THIS, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK.
there was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
at college i was looking for one thing: a way to distance myself from my surroundings. the experiment had failed, i hadn't made any lifelong interesting friends, friends who could outvocabulary me, no friends at all, college was simply high school with a campus. the rest of life would always be high school, no matter how long and smart and mature i became. the only thing i held onto were my grades, high school smarts had transitioned to the next level, but with high school, 4.0 matters more because it's reflective of a general curriculum, your star is put on the board and you are recognized as the big fish in your little pond. here, everyone had a 4.0, 4.0s are boring, it's impossible to stand out because the pond is as big as a campus. an A in high school had purpose, it led you to campus. in the midst of campus, an A is a very specialized thing that inches you along a very specialized major. no one else can commiserate with the A like your high school chums did from the vents of their hurt locked locker homes. only those who are partaking of your very specialized field that you choose can appreciate it, that one campus kid over there lost in the math cloud thinks your English A is the first of a quadratic equation. it's meaningless to him and to you as you're finding. it's all nothing. it doesn't lead to anything anyone anywhere anymore. high school is for homies. college is corporate.
1. ever invented something in your mind you thought would be commercially viable? no, but my Italian bff did. he had this thing in 4th grade that he knew would land him on Easy Street. he'd be Scrooge McDuck swimming in his gold coins after this: a telephone humidifier. he figured that when people went to use their landline phones, the grease and oil of their fingers, palms, and ears as they handled the receiver and talked would accumulate over time. simply press an extra red button on your dialpad to send cleaning fumes all throughout the phone case, receiver, and long coil. the gas would come out of those tiny holes in the listening part of the phone where you place your ear. it would be quite the show, a large puff of white smoke would envelop your phone for awhile there. tell me what you think of this, and i'll relay your comments when i visit him in Italy.
my ankles are stinging so i'll make this short. tomorrow is the Kentucky Derby. in the comments box below, predict which horse will win the race. the winner of this blog game is the one who correctly chooses the winning horse tomorrow. i have always gone chalk with these things, i always choose the horse who is the favorite according to the "experts". i have never won once with chalk, never. also, the Kentucky Derby has been an especially wonky race over the years, the horse that ends up crossing first always seems to be the one NO ONE was looking at, the 80-1 shot, it's always the one getting the least amount of talk. so this year, i'm going purely on the name, not the odds. i had to pick Uncle Sigh because that's an inside joke between Juli and myself ;)