Natural Bar Code
Squares I Want On Everything
and Laughter Circles.
Bad Poetry Part Deux July 9, 2009
4. The Wind
The wind whispers
shhhhhhhhhhhh
Like I am some untrained child
Picking my nose and babbling
During the philharmonic concert.
5. My Adrenal Glands
My adrenal glands, they sit
hither on top of my kidneys.
My adrenal glands, they work
….. a little.
My adrenal glands, they are sad
because I have been drowning in stress for years.
My adrenal glands, they like yoga
specifically long back bends.
My adrenal glands, dear adrenal glands,
I hope we will be friends again,
because you two are pretty freaking essential for life.
6. Woodchuck
How much wood
could a woodchuck chuck
if chuck was even an appropriate verb to apply to wood?
Bad Poetry July 7, 2009
I am not a poet. But I get a really good laugh out of bad poetry. And since I have a blog, and am blogging on said blog, I obviously have some time on my hands to make, oh… say… bad poetry?
1. My Life
My life is like a
s c a t t e r
of bones
laying about
as if
to remind me of
that time,
that time when
my brother
DEMOLISHED
some crappy thing I built
out of U n sT urD Y
materials.
2. Bad Poetry
I have something to say, for I am mad.
Who is to say that a poem is bad?
A poem is but a spout of happy or sad.
So if rhythm or meter I have not,
Is this prose that I’ve got?
“Maybe,” you say? Well, thanks a lot.
3. Ode to Legos and Fig Newtons
Oh sweet colorful box,
Ones, twos, threes, fours,
And the double-rows with your fatness,
What shall we build today?
You tell me, please,
For I have the
—PONY—Attention span
of a —SHINY— small gnat-like
flea-intelligent —HOT PANTS!—
…
Forgive me, I have forgotten why we were talking about fig newtons.
Hey, WordPress July 1, 2009
How about you stop adding widgets to my blog, eh? I don’t want to have to come here all the time and keep removing them. There were FOUR unauthorized ones today.
I will never Twitter, so don’t even add that to my page without asking thanks. I was offended by that one.
And why will I never use Twitter? I could go on for years. But this Statshot from The Onion sort of sums it up.
YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME June 14, 2009
Damaged Goods (noun):
-Someone who was once healthy and/or normal but isn’t anymore due to unfortunate, traumatic events in his/her life (UD)
-a person considered to be flawed or spoiled in character, efficiency, or worth (MW)
Apparently now, our employers can pass judgement within minutes of meeting us on our entire life and health. Bonus.
Oh, I am Damaged Goods for Hire. Got anything? Because now my finances are totally screwed. Thanks to above listed judgement of others.
Noospaper June 4, 2009
Oh, people. You never quit! I know we’ve all gotten emails with these weird newspaper clippings, but they just seriously crack me up. Here’s the latest batch… enjoy!
That’s All, Folks June 1, 2009
Here it is, my last night in this town, this state… this life. I can’t decide if it came too fast or too slow.
But it IS, and that’s all that matters.
It has been a spectacular week with friends and closing out my activities here. Sometimes holding back tears like when I left the horse farm, determined to even remember the smell of the gravel drive… but mostly lots of hugs and promises of updates. Probably the most hugs per day of my entire life for the whole week.
It has really hit me how many people have said, “wow I’d never move somewhere where I don’t know anyone” or “I’d never move that far.” I don’t really consider either of those issues in the least.
That is where I am supposed to be.
My depression has been torn away and nice fresh hilarity resurfaced.
Everything has fallen neatly in to place in the past few months.
I am supposed to be there now. Not earlier, as much as I wanted that. Now.
And for those reasons, I am not just going, I am BEING SENT.
THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME
No Stuff May 28, 2009
Last weekend most of my stuff went to my next home near where I’ll be going to graduate school for the next two years. With my current apartment nearly empty, I’m actually finding it to be a relief. Over that last few years, I’ve been nursing a growing hatred of materialism, consumer mentality, and greed (the three cornerstones of one of world’s worst industries from which I am unexplanably excited to leave: retail advertising). This simplicity is so refreshing.
And it also gives me no doubt whatsoever in my choice to leave this part of my life and make a whole new one – a life that means nothing but GOOD.
Pictures + Music + Memories = Movie April 27, 2009
A quick explanation: This is the first video I’ve made. I used iMovie, because I am fortunate + smart enough to have a Mac. The photos I took at my grandparents place, just before both of them died suddenly, only five weeks apart. Most of them are in a former post, if you care to read about those horrible months. Their favorite song was Amazing Grace, which was fitting for their undying dedication to our God + Savior. It was the last song played at both of their funerals just before the formal ceremony started. The music is three tracks of myself playing cello: one on the melody line, one on bowed root of chord, and one with double stop pizzicato.
This month would have been their 60th wedding anniversary. I got the idea to make this movie as a present for my mom and got the opportunity to do it when I had to take a day off to get a skin biopsy for cancer testing.
There is no coincidence in any of this. And I’d like to thank Apple for making it so easy to do.
Oh, About That Cement Sky a Few Posts Ago… April 27, 2009
I was pretty pleased with that shoot. Just one of those random things I’m driven to do.
See the edited 36-shot album here.
G’day.
