so, we are not living in a walki talki distance. it would be fun if the value is opposite of false. i can then walki talki you w/o worrying not having too much to say at time. let be a completed sentence or not or just a word or even a number or a laugh or a heavy breath or and many or's'
Friday, January 29, 2010
Ode To My Toaster
Ode to my toaster, so shiny and clean
You’re the butterknife's foe, you're the bread's trampoline
You're the lightest, the darkest, the coolest and proud
You’re the jack-in-the-box of the countertop crowd.
In the old days you had a side entrance instead
You were far more ornate as a true thoroughbred
But now you're a box with a push-button trick
You're a bit more convenient, but a little too slick.
And if that weren't sufficient to cause you some shame,
There's your bullying arch-rival muscling in on your game
They say big toaster-ovens are "double the tool"
They can brown up a bagel and reheat your gruel.
But don't be discouraged, I still think you're swell
You do do one thing, but you do that thing well
And though fancy new gizmos might stir up a yen, remember
Your name still pops up, every now and again.
{Allan Chochinov}
You’re the butterknife's foe, you're the bread's trampoline
You're the lightest, the darkest, the coolest and proud
You’re the jack-in-the-box of the countertop crowd.
In the old days you had a side entrance instead
You were far more ornate as a true thoroughbred
But now you're a box with a push-button trick
You're a bit more convenient, but a little too slick.
And if that weren't sufficient to cause you some shame,
There's your bullying arch-rival muscling in on your game
They say big toaster-ovens are "double the tool"
They can brown up a bagel and reheat your gruel.
But don't be discouraged, I still think you're swell
You do do one thing, but you do that thing well
And though fancy new gizmos might stir up a yen, remember
Your name still pops up, every now and again.
{Allan Chochinov}
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The eyes of strangers are cold as snowdrops, downcast, folded and seldom visited. And stranger's acts cry but vaguely drift across our attention's smoke sieged afternoons and to live there among strangers,
calls for teashop behaviors:
setting down the cup, leaving the right tip.
Kepping the soul unjostled,
the pocket unpicked,
the fancies lurid,
and the treasure buried
{Strangers-Philip Larkin 20 May 1950}
calls for teashop behaviors:
setting down the cup, leaving the right tip.
Kepping the soul unjostled,
the pocket unpicked,
the fancies lurid,
and the treasure buried
{Strangers-Philip Larkin 20 May 1950}
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Thursday, January 07, 2010
I don't know much about Art, but I know what I like -Gelett Burgess With a man, a lie is a last resort; with women, it's First Aid -Frank Burgess In Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference; when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honour a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much -Anthony Burgess- Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
no dreaming no story
sing and i will hear you
no matter where you are
a song to light the darkest night
and guide me from afar
and i will never be afraid
now i know you are somewhere
you are everywhere to me
the warming of the sun
upon the earth beneath my feet
and when the rain falls down
you tell the story
and i wll hear you
always near you
by the boab tree {australia.angela little}
sing and i will hear you
no matter where you are
a song to light the darkest night
and guide me from afar
and i will never be afraid
now i know you are somewhere
you are everywhere to me
the warming of the sun
upon the earth beneath my feet
and when the rain falls down
you tell the story
and i wll hear you
always near you
by the boab tree {australia.angela little}
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