Wednesday, May 10, 2006
If I Could Hold On To Just One Thought For Long Enough To Know
I had one of those moments today, in which I thought someone was going to say what I was thinking. Therefore, I started to vocalize it . . . just when they said the exact opposite of what I was thinking.
It was kind of like a Hitler-Chamberlain thing. "Oh! Oh, so THAT's how it's going to be. Oh. I see. I'm just going to go home now."
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I got the new Pearl Jam. It's better than the old Pearl Jam. I'm just not sure yet if it's my new special cd of the moment or not.
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The local newspaper is all up in arms about the death penalty. For days, they've been espousing these crappy editorials, just begging readers to side with them against instituting the death penalty. To my knowledge, they've made about one worthwhile point. Otherwise, though, I love to watch them squirm in agony. Liberals really do inflict self-torture with the precision and consistency of space age technology. It's a remarkable thing to watch.
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It's that it became this big "thing". That's what kills me. It was just supposed to be some quick, casual, laid-back sort of . . . . and then it became this "thing", with invitations and discussions and emails and opinions. And now I think I'll just stay home and tap these keys and wonder at how people my age, for all their righteousness and experience, are really not that fun to be around.
It was kind of like a Hitler-Chamberlain thing. "Oh! Oh, so THAT's how it's going to be. Oh. I see. I'm just going to go home now."
--
I got the new Pearl Jam. It's better than the old Pearl Jam. I'm just not sure yet if it's my new special cd of the moment or not.
--
The local newspaper is all up in arms about the death penalty. For days, they've been espousing these crappy editorials, just begging readers to side with them against instituting the death penalty. To my knowledge, they've made about one worthwhile point. Otherwise, though, I love to watch them squirm in agony. Liberals really do inflict self-torture with the precision and consistency of space age technology. It's a remarkable thing to watch.
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It's that it became this big "thing". That's what kills me. It was just supposed to be some quick, casual, laid-back sort of . . . . and then it became this "thing", with invitations and discussions and emails and opinions. And now I think I'll just stay home and tap these keys and wonder at how people my age, for all their righteousness and experience, are really not that fun to be around.
Friday, May 05, 2006
the quiet earth
The air was wet and cool; the sky as dark as the lake. Construction workers made jokes about the waves as protesters held their signs across the street. The wind was thick with mosquitos - great towers of mosquitos, like a scientist's drawing of electrons, ever buzzing, out of signt. The water crept over and back across the top of the elevated rock. Not one person walked on the trail. A maintenance worker cut down the weeds, holding his blade like a cue. He held it behind his body as I ran toward him, feeling a blister rub the bottom of my sole, watching the blade turn, fanning away the bugs, waiting for the rain to begin.
Community Proposal, #1
All contractors who miss an appointment and do not call beforehand: must promptly arrive at the house in question with a 6-pack of dark beer and then deduct 10% off the contract price.
All contractors who miss an appointment and do not call beforehand -- or afterward: should be tarred, feathered, and forced to walk around the neighborhood, holding a sign, stating that they are useless bastards who enjoy wasting everyone else's time while simultaneously acting like a know-it-all.
Someone must stop these people.
All contractors who miss an appointment and do not call beforehand -- or afterward: should be tarred, feathered, and forced to walk around the neighborhood, holding a sign, stating that they are useless bastards who enjoy wasting everyone else's time while simultaneously acting like a know-it-all.
Someone must stop these people.
