AMOS LEE says you get right down to the bottom of the barrel, and there ain't nothin' to do but float back on top. according to JAMES MORRISON, deep down i know it's a wonderful world - even if i can't quite feel it right now. i'm apparently feeling ornery enough for PAT BENATAR to , again, command any tough cookie on the street to fire away, as it were, if they think they can hit me with their best shot. JARS OF CLAY warn me about the dangers of being a boy on a string. and lately SHEL SILVERSTEIN won't shut up about children listening to those pesky musn'ts and/or don'ts. as i stumble along the ramps that tumble down to the yellow trains bearing N's R's & W's, the poet posthumously chides alongside. listen to couldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. listen to the never-haves, then listen close to me - ANYTHING can happen, child, ANYTHING can be!
as the words elbow each other crowding into my head, i wonder whether or not a soundtrack would drown them out. would music flush them into subway tunnel thought oblivion? or would it encourage them to rave on by inviting an ever-growing horde of lyrics to the party? i suppose the real question is will i bust out the discman to find out? only tomorrow will tell, i suppose. well, weekend here i come! RAH!
30.11.07
29.11.07
FYI:
NO. I am NOT satisfied. And you can stuff your sarcastic comments about 'complementary colors' and be a little bit more complimentary because this blog template might just suck. It might not be my fault at all. Did you ever think of that? Okay. I have to go do homework so I can go see Slug.
The inside of my ear is twitching like someone is yelling in it. Actually it is more like that vibrating/twitching feeling that happens when I'm trying to pull out part of a toenail at the root. This has happened a lot recently. It never happened before. I might be in trouble.
The inside of my ear is twitching like someone is yelling in it. Actually it is more like that vibrating/twitching feeling that happens when I'm trying to pull out part of a toenail at the root. This has happened a lot recently. It never happened before. I might be in trouble.
Last Night A Blogger Saved My Life eeeehehehe
I am about to issue the first (of many, I hope) writing challenge this blog has seen. In the mail you will receive a package. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write a screenplay about a recording artist who comes across the hero of this song stealing his record from the record store. Perhaps this recording artist is actually the hero of the song, but older and now a recording artist himself...
In any case, that's the mission. I'm quite sure you'll understand immediately upon receiving the package.
Second, I tried to respond the first of the triad of posts and then quit like a quitter. I hope you discovered the Trader Joe's GC amount, I'll be interested to know what it was, as I don't remember. If it was less than 50 I'm going to kick my own ass for being such a miserable cheapskate. Also, that first post saved my life I was roaming the halls during class break, ravenous and without more than 35 cents in spare change (which would get me nothing at the vending machine). I was feeling quite hopeless until I checked WWBH and discovered aefd leavings. Spirits immediately bouyed, I made it through the rest of the class and, in fact, continue surviving today.
You have to respond to whatever that thing was that the INGOrange people sent you so that we can carry on garnishing our wages in order that you will be able to return to school. They won't let me deposit anything until you do their nefarious bidding.
Today I went to the HS where my clinical is, where I'm working with my cooperating teacher, the mysterious HM. Had a fabulous time and get to teach "Things Fall Apart" to the AP class in a couple of weeks. This man knows just how to map out a path that I can follow. Also made young hair-veiled activist read sentence as if he were evening news anchor in order to determine whether it made sense or not. Lovely.
Many late nights this week. Yesternight's was the result of some ill-advised post-work break-taking for beer-drinking and anecdotes about work hilarity. This evening's will be due to the fact that n-conrad-d won tickets to go see Slug talk about what he does. Woop-dee-woop Whaat! Yeah. Awesome.
On the subject of rocketing out of bed overenthusiastically:-----. And also, I bought ncd a "sunrise lamp" that wakes only me up with a full-spectrum fake sunrise. Actually does make waking up less traumatic. Have never felt the squeeze of the seasons the way I do right now. I think this has to do with wasting one's hours away in the frivolous occupation of "just getting paid".
A man was at my desk today who looked at the appointment card I gave him, then exchanged confused (on both sides) words with me about the meaning of the numbers I had written down to indicate the date of his next appointment. Then, he said, "OH! You write the MONTH first!" in utter surprise. Now, while I totally agree with the man that the day belongs in the front, euro-style, (as it is the indicator undergoing the most frequent change) and although I myself often date personal materials in that format, I am compLETELY stumped as to why this would come as a suprise, or seem odd to a man whom I know to be at least a long-time resident of the US of A if not a native. Baffling.
In any case, that's the mission. I'm quite sure you'll understand immediately upon receiving the package.
Second, I tried to respond the first of the triad of posts and then quit like a quitter. I hope you discovered the Trader Joe's GC amount, I'll be interested to know what it was, as I don't remember. If it was less than 50 I'm going to kick my own ass for being such a miserable cheapskate. Also, that first post saved my life I was roaming the halls during class break, ravenous and without more than 35 cents in spare change (which would get me nothing at the vending machine). I was feeling quite hopeless until I checked WWBH and discovered aefd leavings. Spirits immediately bouyed, I made it through the rest of the class and, in fact, continue surviving today.
You have to respond to whatever that thing was that the INGOrange people sent you so that we can carry on garnishing our wages in order that you will be able to return to school. They won't let me deposit anything until you do their nefarious bidding.
Today I went to the HS where my clinical is, where I'm working with my cooperating teacher, the mysterious HM. Had a fabulous time and get to teach "Things Fall Apart" to the AP class in a couple of weeks. This man knows just how to map out a path that I can follow. Also made young hair-veiled activist read sentence as if he were evening news anchor in order to determine whether it made sense or not. Lovely.
Many late nights this week. Yesternight's was the result of some ill-advised post-work break-taking for beer-drinking and anecdotes about work hilarity. This evening's will be due to the fact that n-conrad-d won tickets to go see Slug talk about what he does. Woop-dee-woop Whaat! Yeah. Awesome.
On the subject of rocketing out of bed overenthusiastically:-----. And also, I bought ncd a "sunrise lamp" that wakes only me up with a full-spectrum fake sunrise. Actually does make waking up less traumatic. Have never felt the squeeze of the seasons the way I do right now. I think this has to do with wasting one's hours away in the frivolous occupation of "just getting paid".
A man was at my desk today who looked at the appointment card I gave him, then exchanged confused (on both sides) words with me about the meaning of the numbers I had written down to indicate the date of his next appointment. Then, he said, "OH! You write the MONTH first!" in utter surprise. Now, while I totally agree with the man that the day belongs in the front, euro-style, (as it is the indicator undergoing the most frequent change) and although I myself often date personal materials in that format, I am compLETELY stumped as to why this would come as a suprise, or seem odd to a man whom I know to be at least a long-time resident of the US of A if not a native. Baffling.
28.11.07
wait, wait...
tell me why it's just shy of 6AM and i've had my breakfast.
tell me why i'd rather tweeze my furrowed brow than crack open that screenplay.
tell my why my dream involved the cute kid from Cane, home invasion, Justine lecturing me about boys, and, oh yeah - a 7-11 hostage situation... &/or possible murder.
tell me why i woke up with Pat Benatar ringing in my ears, only to find out that "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" was not, in fact, playing anywhere outside of my own head.
tell me why i sing along...
tell me why i cannot wait for the sun to come up!
tell me why i have the sudden and overwhelming urge to shower and start the actual day!
on second thought, don't tell me - i'll just go with it.
watch me run!
26.11.07
i leave you with one more thought:
i'm not sayin...i'm just sayin, y'know?
people should take heed.
perhaps even the force would be with them.
and the signals would just appear before lane changes.
blinking like there's no tomorrow!
For British Eyes Only....
YES! I just started working for apple. And YES! It's awesome. And, YES! That's all i'm gonna say.
But i will say that YES - Arrested Development's third season IS better the second time around. Also, yes, i was catching up on the whole OS X Leopard (10.5) thing - and YES! i'm totally sold on iLife '08. And WOW! i DO sound like a walking advertisement, written by a hack who never quite grasped the concept of wielding sarcasm. ::sigh:: But, HEY! It's all good.
Cause YES! It's time for Chuck!
But i will say that YES - Arrested Development's third season IS better the second time around. Also, yes, i was catching up on the whole OS X Leopard (10.5) thing - and YES! i'm totally sold on iLife '08. And WOW! i DO sound like a walking advertisement, written by a hack who never quite grasped the concept of wielding sarcasm. ::sigh:: But, HEY! It's all good.
Cause YES! It's time for Chuck!
22.11.07
Happy Thanksgiving
This morning I woke up and remembered that I possess a weapon of great use in our struggle to leave the heat off as long as possible (it is snowing outside): purple footie pajamas. This fleecy coverall is waaay too warm to wear in any situation I've been in yet, but this morning, combined with an apron, it is the perfect piece of clothing. While ncd was away at the store, clm jr. and I went out to put the new birdseed mix I bought in the feeder. clm jr. was playing the part of the Platitude Platypus (her preferred mode of communication is something in a singsong). ncd and I are trying to break her of this. In any case, she was chattering away to ebm on the phone and once I had filled the birdfeeder with a mix containing sunflower seed, cherries, raisins, and peanuts (which clm sr. promises will attract a more colorful set of birds than my last seed) we discovered that clm jr. had locked us out of the house. So we talked to Grandma in Green Bay on the front porch and watched the snow fall. I was not thinking about it at the time, but I would like to submit something I'm thankful for: I'm glad TMZ does not care about me because my purple onsie, wine-colored wool sweater, green striped apron, and slippers would have given THEM something to be thankful for...if I were famous.
It turns out that...
if I let ncd fall into a deep, fairytale sleep...I can groom to my heart's content.
...not that I want to make this into post secret or something.
...not that I want to make this into post secret or something.
21.11.07
what had happened was...
Apparently, I am not, in fact, authorized to make thematic changes. The irony being that I am authorized to, y'know, author. So if'n you want, you can go ahead and slap it with a title:
::DRUMROLL::
¡Writing with Both Hands!
Obviously, the exclamations are just for dramatic effect. I felt it needed to be climactic. Seeing as how i'm fundamentally indecisive. Usually. So this was my pick. "Too Many Things" is still mad at me, but it's learning to live with rejection - unlike "The North-East Corner of Writer's Block" which is still skulking in said corner, thumbing its nose at the back of my made-up mind. A repeat loop of OK Go's "Get Over It!" should take care of that.
So. Here we are.
All dressed up and all kinds of places to go...
Ready!
Steady!
So. Here we are.
All dressed up and all kinds of places to go...
Ready!
Steady!
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Here it begins. Inconspicuously, but auspiciously.
Cue that one music...you know, the stuff they used on that one movie with the apes and the obelisque (as the French would spell it). Duuuuun Duuuuun Duuuun DUN DUN [bum-bum bum-bum bum-bum]. Just wanted to make sure I kicked things off sounding as inarticulate as possible so that we have somewhere to go. Hell, just using the words 'sound' and 'inarticulate' makes me 'sound' like I don't understand the difference between writing and speaking.
Congratulations (heartiest) on new employment!
I overcame my fear of responsibility and decision-making in order to pick and address for the b-log and therefore have become the figurehead: Administrator. Please tell me that this does not mean I am the only one who can change themes/format/colors. Because I think you should do that. And also: name the baby.
love,
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