It seems that with every single song, there's a race to get my attention. Will it be the webternet or the book? To sigh is an easy task, but to kvetch about it... whoah there.
Free form literacy is the kind of project that we should undertake. It includes both the definition and the study of literacy. A highly polished thinker, or highly polished tinkerer brush up on whatever subject they choose, whatever expertise and call themselves an expert. Wait, no, that's consulting. I shouldn't quit my dayjob.
I have never truly appreciated the difficulties of living until I was forced to do it overtime. It never occurred to me that going to school, more or less full time, working more than full time and being married are very difficult things to achieve all at once. How do people do it? More booze? Less booze?
This blog was supposed to be an indulgence of my literary traipsery but instead it will be my literary musings.
Dish of the day: chicken breast butterflied, pounded just a tad, very lightly encrusted in red pepper flakes (let's be gentle here), rubbed down with oil (extra virgin), salt and pepper, seared for 60 seconds per side (on a buttered pan, yes BUTTER, learn to control your temperatures!), slow oven (300 degrees). served open with a topping of chopped parsley, pine nuts, and sauted red onion. Onion to be sauteed with juice from chicken, service with sautee sauce drizzled over.
Organic chicken: worth the price.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
To Send is to Receive
A touch to the nose reveals: of puppies, health, of humans, ticklishnes, of Lyopa (my mom's cat), mood. It is a litmus test, but one that doesn't waste any trees or turns purple.
On this night of nights, one may find oneself studying one's words for one's test, test of next-steppery, if you will. To some, this next step is necessary, to others it's more necessary. To others still, it's a step backward. What's it to me? It's a step forward in a direction that was trod on years ago. Overtrod, that's a word, I'll bet you two other words that it's a real word. Interestingly, though not ironically (I love commas, have you noticed?), I find myself stepping forward into the past.
My many peers, and during the course of my illustrious career as a student I've had many many, have all aquired the studious gall needed to INDULGE in next-steppery while they were still manifesting their various hormonally driven physical attributes (puberty), (let's put a comma in, grammar, after all, is but a tool of the learned, and a weapon of the unlearned. Like a monkey with a mean streak, a grenade and only one thumb). For me, however, this gall is only now being aquired. Now, at 2:22AM on a Wednesday morning, the morning of an exam that I should be wholly prepared for.
What the hell am I doing writing? Nothing. I had something to say, it all went awry at the mention of the monkey. Where'd that other thumb go?
back to studying, and raise a brow to my next-step. may it not be overtrod in memory.
On this night of nights, one may find oneself studying one's words for one's test, test of next-steppery, if you will. To some, this next step is necessary, to others it's more necessary. To others still, it's a step backward. What's it to me? It's a step forward in a direction that was trod on years ago. Overtrod, that's a word, I'll bet you two other words that it's a real word. Interestingly, though not ironically (I love commas, have you noticed?), I find myself stepping forward into the past.
My many peers, and during the course of my illustrious career as a student I've had many many, have all aquired the studious gall needed to INDULGE in next-steppery while they were still manifesting their various hormonally driven physical attributes (puberty), (let's put a comma in, grammar, after all, is but a tool of the learned, and a weapon of the unlearned. Like a monkey with a mean streak, a grenade and only one thumb). For me, however, this gall is only now being aquired. Now, at 2:22AM on a Wednesday morning, the morning of an exam that I should be wholly prepared for.
What the hell am I doing writing? Nothing. I had something to say, it all went awry at the mention of the monkey. Where'd that other thumb go?
back to studying, and raise a brow to my next-step. may it not be overtrod in memory.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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