December 2009
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Urgency
Stop. You—yes, you. Stop right there. I just wanted to tell you that you are great. Don’t change.
Good Fortune
Though I often forget to take out of the pockets of my pants the slips of paper from fortune cookies, I love finding them again as I do laundry.
Breakfast
I believe what a person eats for breakfast says a lot about him. At the dining hall, where people can actually see me, I like to mix it up a little bit because I know everyone is watching whether I’ll eat Frosted Flakes or Honey Nut Cherrios. I have to be surprising. And that’s also why at home I eat Cookie Crisp. Shh. Don’t tell.
White Out
I think white out is endearing because it shows you took the time to cover up as opposed to cross out a mistake.
Ageless
He looks through open boxes to remember where all the time went. Then, he found his wristwatch so he doesn’t have to anymore.
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Turtlenecks
We stack blue pillows skyward and
laugh as I climb to the top.
I try to stand,
though the cushions below me tremble.
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I spiral downward,
gently falling on a bed of comfy debris
of that denim tower we had built.
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Now we are weathered and exposed
like abandoned homes.
We don’t seem to laugh like we used to.
We don’t wear turtlenecks anymore, either.
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So when the stones...
She Saved Everything
I got up late today and did nothing. I then decided to go through the boxes that have been left in my room in an attempt to clear it out. One of them happened to be a huge box of memories… I couldn’t believe it.
This did not just have school report cards and school photos. No, this had fliers, school projects, homework assignments, everything. She had saved it all. Everything I had...
Also,
I just sent The E-Mail. This will be interesting.
Standstill
I’ve been home for a few days now, and I’ve done absolutely nothing. My Tumblarity is one of the driving indicators of such. Go me.
Bloodsight
So today my eye started bleeding… and I didn’t know until I went to my high school reunion and my friend Brendan asked what was wrong with my eye.
Thank you, eye, for making me “the kid with the bloody eye” at my reunion. But honestly it was no big deal. I’m smooth like that.
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Ways I Get By #112
I write country song lyrics and put tunes to them in my head.
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“…We sip black tea, together,
As I fidget and ask about the weather.
Yeah we drink caffeine to stay up late,
Switched to oolong cause it tastes great.
Glad we’re back after what feels like forever.
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We resume our favorite activities:
Discussing politics and Thucydides.
Yeah we’re IR majors so it’s what we like,
‘Cept I...
Ramble # 75
betweenthesouls:
Howdy
cassyecky and theschwastebasket
How do you do?
Doing fine! Break is awesome. How about yourself?
han:
Got my Smashing Book today! http://bit.ly/CjJV
How is it? I’m thinking about getting it.
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Return
I wonder what other animals on earth can come back after a 6-month absence and pick up where they left off with their friends and mates. Something about it seems a little unnatural; I mean we’ve grown and been altered in the time we’ve been away, but we seem to revert to our previous states after a few hours after our return. It’s odd how malleable we are. Good, but odd too.
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Just Deal
I am projecting that things will be okay, and I will occupy myself this break with hobbies, room-cleaning, and friends. Change is natural. So is coping.
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So Where's My Heart?
I went home today… but it’s not right. I knew it as soon as I stepped through the door. It smells different. Weird, I know, but it does.
He said he was going to be “renovating” it. He brought furniture from his old house (what bad memories I associate with that place) to mine. It’s destroying the house. It’s perverting my childhood home.
Where is the island...
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Ideas
I keep a list of story ideas as a text memo on my phone for when I am suddenly struck with inspiration.
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Poetry...
…is the most intimate form of writing you can share with someone because it can be so embarrassing. But if you’re going to write, you have to do it, I suppose.
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Jaundice Revisited
take a whiff of ethanol
and answer—
you’re not coming back here, after all.
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like plants feeding on something
less than water,
we slither wither melt fade:
a slight yellowing around the edges
suggests our antiquity,
our decomposition.
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fast-forward to the end,
when we’re all discolored,
from teeth to words,
and speak to me again.
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Love at the Typographical Institute
He leaned in and asked her how her studying was going. He squinty, briefly, trying to read the pulsing letters on her computer screen.
“Baskerville Old Face,” was her reply.
“I bet ya can’t wait to go Tahoma,” he said quickly—it’d been a while since he had flirted, and the idea that it was almost break led to an excuse for puns.
She looked him up and...
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A Casual Encounter Never Encountered
We’re in the quiet section of the library, and you’ve just sneezed. Should I not say “Bless you”? Should I not console you in your nasal time of need?
I can only infer that, behind the birch cubby wall that prevents us from ever meeting, you are sadly sniffling, awaiting a gazuntite. Still, it’s too quiet here. It’s too quiet.
My mind extrapolates your expulsion: you’re blonde, 5’2”, cute… But I...
A Landscape I Do Not Enjoy
You know when you’re trying to shuffle papers all into the same orientation but you are unable to because one paper is horizontal? Yeah, I do not like that.
This Part of the Library...
…is stuffy and warm. Soft noises keep me ocupied like the rustling of bags or the clicks of keyboards. And, in a week, it’ll all be over with for a month. Funny how that works.
But really is it really warm or is it just me?
Overload
I feel like amount of knowledge I have shoved into my head today has given me brainache.
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“So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you...”
– “Clark Gable” - The Postal Service
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Timber
Context: “TIMBERRRRR!”
Restructured Context: “No, Laura, he timbered. How many times do I have to tell you? Do you know to order Viagra?”
Think about it.
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Trashfish
It must be horrible to be one, a fish rejected by fisheries simply because people don’t like its taste. I hope I never become a trashfish.
“Ivory lines lead,
Oo wha-ho, oo wha-ho.”
– “Lightness” - Death Cab for Cutie
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Ways I Get By #211
Making tea and putting it near the fan to cool and watching the steam get sucked through the blades. Then drinking it and feeling collegiate.
An Essay on Procrastination
Eh, I’ll write this tomorrow.
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An Age-old Dilemma
Snakes must have a serious problem slurping soup. I’d venture to say an irrepairable, constant problem.
Mrs. Snake: Dinner is ssserved!
Mr. Snake: Why thank you, Betsssy.
Snake Jr.: *sssssssssssluuurrrrp* This sssoup isss incredible!
Mrs. Snake: Ssstop ssslurping, Junior!
Mr. Snake: Why do I feel like thisss happensss every day?!
Conclusion: Mrs. Snake should stop making soup.
Luckily 3.0
landodotdot:
theschwastebasket:
landodotdot:
theschwastebasket:
landodotdot:
While shaving with an electric razor, half of my dad’s beard caught on fire. Luckily, it was only a side burn.
While hiding a large cage of rodents, my dad got caught. Luckily, it was only a mousestache.
While auditioning for a brass band, my dad fell off the stage. Luckily, he only broke his trombone.
I...
Luckily
landodotdot:
theschwastebasket:
landodotdot:
While shaving with an electric razor, half of my dad’s beard caught on fire. Luckily, it was only a side burn.
While hiding a large cage of rodents, my dad got caught. Luckily, it was only a mousestache.
While auditioning for a brass band, my dad fell off the stage. Luckily, he only broke his trombone.
I don’t think he’ll get cast.
While...
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Perch
v. intr.
To alight or rest on [any place or object]; roost: A raven perched high in the pine.
How odd is it that we’re in a constant state of perching—of finding, settling, and existing. It’s comforting, though interim. I wonder if it gets exhausting.
Luckily
landodotdot:
While shaving with an electric razor, half of my dad’s beard caught on fire. Luckily, it was only a side burn.
While hiding a large cage of rodents, my dad got caught. Luckily, it was only a mousestache.
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El Nino
Every 2 to 7 years, the winds in the Walker Cell between Indo-Australia and South America reverse, drastically changing the conditions in the two areas… which subsequently affects the whole world.
Come to think of it, I think we all have own own El Ninos every 2 to 7 years. Everything is suddenly reversed, and we just have to deal with it because that’s what happened.
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Mourning
Today, my Tumblarity went down by 1 point. And I was waiting so that I could think of a new ingenious blog post. Where is the love, Tumblr? Where is the love.
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Ways I Get By #305
I translate things completely literally. A few examples:
My wife is traveling to Iraq where her extended family lives.
My maternal aunt lives in the city of New York in the state of New York.
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Personal Logo
It’s hard to reduce yourself to an icon, to a single image that encompasses your entirety. Moreover, I don’t even know which typefaces to use. Then again, time isn’t necessarily running out. And though I still have a tattoo fear, I can’t stop google image searching them. It’s seriously addicting.
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Leontes
Leontes was wrong. And he was blinded. Was it by jealousy? Love he believed he had lost? Insecurity? He’s tragic in that he is unable to see past himself and the eclipse he has become. And in that way he destroys what he really wants. Act 2.3.
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يمراء فيلم
Talk about hell. As per requirement, I went to my last 2-hour Arabic film screening. Unfortunately, it was 2-hours of an Arabic chick flick called “Caramel”—I had to sit in a stuff movie theater room while an entire row of girls behind me “ooh’d” and “aah’d” and screamed and femaled at every single point of pointless chick flick drama....
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“Cause listen, after the fall,
there will be no more countries, no currencies...”
– “Tables and Chairs” by Andrew Bird
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Tattoos
They’re intriguing, yes, but I never want to get one. I’ve actually had recurring dreams where I get a tattoo and I regret it for the rest of my life. I just feel like I am so unused to that concept of permanence—that something can be with you for the rest of your life—that I wouldn’t ever be able to cope with it. Besides, how am I to know what is meaningful for my...
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I'm All Mixed Up
Pastpoward to your plight in a fundred fears—
Write clique on the scream and excite the mockup…
Lip-low loftly near a dream of draper.