February 2010
18 posts
I don't mean to be an asshole, but...
I’m about to be an asshole.
January 2010
16 posts
I do not want to go to bed.
I am so glad that I am letting the internet know of my reticence to have a decent night’s sleep. That’s Brandon for you. Thank you very much Brandon. Keeping you up-to-date on what really matters in the world. Oh, you think you know what really matters? What do you think that is? Ugh. Am I just going crazy, posting this baloney?
Yoga
Rocks. Thank you Bridgette! I feel awesome.
Lookin' at my E-mail
Seein’ all the messages from the book companies. Your packages are being shipped to you now! I feel giddy. Gonna get my books finally!
I've got the blogging bug
I wish I could catch the sleeping bug. I dares ya to make sense of any of this madness.
Here’s a rap/poem/jam-balaya/thing.
The bug tugs the lug’s mug, expects a hug Not gonna get but a pat on the back for his love Cheap seats reserved by citronella candles Lookit how he handles. Lookit how he rambles. Stars streak by as they cruise at warp speed Down westward city streets, at...
The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across The 8th...
thatqueeramericanboy:
kalookalay:
A little bit ridiculous. But largely, not in a good way. I thought if Jeff Goldblum was the title character, the movie might’ve had more flavor.
I will say, there were points in the movie that I was a great big fan of. I’m thinking of anytime Buckaroo Banzai and the Hong Kong Cavaliers would immediately leap from heart surgery to rockin out at a concert to...
The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across The 8th...
A little bit ridiculous. But largely, not in a good way. I thought if Jeff Goldblum was the title character, the movie might’ve had more flavor.
I will say, there were points in the movie that I was a great big fan of. I’m thinking of anytime Buckaroo Banzai and the Hong Kong Cavaliers would immediately leap from heart surgery to rockin out at a concert to gunslingin with aliens. ...
“Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree,...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Haiku.
Roofs do two main things.
Keep out water and mad birds.
My roof does neither.
Come On French Class.
What happened to us? Last year we were a lot better off. I understood you. We used to click. But now, it’s like….I dunno…like we’re not even speaking the same language. Also, do you just expect me to do ALL of your work? You know I have other shit to do. I can’t be at your beck and call 24/7. I’m not like those other dead-eyed boyos you used to know. I...
?-)
Rainer rains on. Search for inspire. Jimmy Johnnys always on me. Quest on for Questions. Witness the fitness. To traverse is mon travailler. Base thoughts in the basement. I see fitting listings. Music use it, hear the spheres. Skills to pay the wills. Fat fingers drafting her. Music shared a little scared. Lose the used to. Be that weedy maybe needy NC R.E. Lee, he can key, he can...
A Brief Pause
Been up all night, reading like a madman. I suppose I would be crazier to sleep at this point.
I have most recently completed reading the play “A Taste of Honey.” Friendly Jess was damned decent enough to e-lend me some copies of the required texts for the class. “Look Back In Anger” was the other kitchen-sink.
I think that if I ever have someone in my presence who I...
Chai Can't Believe It!
I just made some dandy homeade chai tea! Y’all should give it a go.
http://shesinthekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/raising-cup-of-spicy-chai-to-new-year.html
Kickin' it off well
Woke up at a decent hour, went running, and had some greek food and coffee with amigos. Preparing more coffee in a french press and cracking on Catch 22. THE PERFECT START. THE PERFECT START.