Funny Stuff about crushes from the Viceland:

WALKING ON THE PHONE
I know you want to sound relaxed and busy with other stuff, but calling her from your cell phone while you walk has the opposite effect. I once called this girl Jasmine while I was walking down six flights of stairs and, though I thought it would come across as busy-guy-who-can-only-catch-up-on-phone-calls-while-getting-to-the-train, it came across as psychotic-pervert-who-likes-to-jerk-off-when-he-leaves-messages. Apparently her roommates saved it forever and would smoke pot and laugh their asses off to me going, “He ey ey Ja ah ah sm sm sm ine ine, wha at s u up?” and so on. When I finally went over there, they were staring at me with bug eyes going, “Holy shit, that’s the phone guy!” Anyway, just stop by the dumpster next time you’re leaving a message. You don’t need to be breathing like that.

A thought or two or you fellow bloggers, and anybody else who may enjoy it:

To while away the idle hours, seated the livelong day before the inkslab, by jotting down without order or purpose whatever trifling thoughts pass through my mind, verily this is a queer and crazy thing to do!

—Yoshida Kenko (1283–1352)

If you liked that, you may like where it came from, a site called Aporia.

aporia - Wonder and amazement before the confusing puzzles and paradoxes of our lives and of the universe. Socrates and the other ancient philosophers tried to evoke the philosophic spirit in young men by awakening their aporia, not by simply providing answers to these puzzles.

Keep in mind there is no particular audience for this poem (ie, no intended or beloved, but it sounds cool). I found this on another blog. It sorta reminds me of this one time I wrote an erotic poem (sorry the poem is now gone with the girl), and it actually produced the desired effect. Now the problem is finding a solution to this, which is about scholarly pursuits but fitting enough: Nothing is bitterer than a long dwelling in potential. Nothing shows better what disconsolate gloom may derive from an incessant postponement of the deed (Giorgio Agamben in his essay, The Idea of Study).

The poem:

Imagine a Kiss

Looking into your eyes
Drawing you ever so near
Even that doesnt feel close enough
I want your body to crush me
My body heat feels so elevated
So hot to the touch
I can hardly draw breathe
The need of you is so fierce
Consuming my very soul
Until we make contact
You startle me with your passion
Your lips crushing mne taking me by force
When my will so unsure
We connect soul to soul
Heart understanding without communication
No words are needed
They are simply unnecessary
Pleasure exploding thrugh my body
Rocking my world making me dizzy
I am lost in your shadow
Trying in vain to clear my senses
Our bodies rspond to each other
Our own primal need so clearly shown
You are touching me all over
Your lips bruising my skin
Leaving invisible trails down my body
I rest my head next to your heart
Trying to still the chaos in my body
You bring me to the edge of heaven
Showing me a promise of what can be
When I let you make love to me
This is how I imagine our kiss

Talk about loving your work like an 'ugly stepchild' . . . What a freakin' bleak piece this thing is! {see below}

Reflections in the Lobby

You ask me now to tell you,
So listen, I speak the truth.
I swear I'll fight with all I have.
Against me there's no proof.

I was born here I don't know when.
Mother passed away when I was born.
My father was a drunkard.
I don't remember him.

They always used to shout throw, throw, throw
But I just took my time.
They got angry when I did that.
I never paid them any mind.

Nobody could run as fast as me and I never did look back.
I ran and ran 'til the surroundings were not familiar any more.
Never talk to strangers, they used to say.
"Good child, now go to sleep - for tomorrow is a busy day.

I woke up in someone's lap
I couldn't tell you who,
Dusk was falling quickly.
The bearded man comes too.

T'was a toothless woman sitting there.
Everyone looked strange.
My thirsty throat was burning
With longing lonesome strains.

Now you come to me in your fine coats
And your fine English curses you!
There's God above who knows all
Who will surely deal with you.

But I am speaking of myself
What now will you do?
Let my sins go with me
Or take a dead man's curse with you.

I am borrowing this from somebody else: One because ti's true, Google is the best, and two he used the phrase 'too cool for school.'

Google is the best search engine, but the guys at Google think they are too cool for school. You can choose dozens of different languages to use with Google. Some are silly languages that are just dumb:
Klingon
Swedish Chef from The Muppet Show
Hacker
Pig Latin
Elmer Fudd

Thanks to everyone who came to see the show Saturday! It's always nice to have support from your friends. Next time, I'll try to have a bit more advance notice, so folks can plan accordingly. It's tough going in with less than a week's notice, and tougher when you're competing with Pearl Jam. Word is that they did a good show.

The Flaming Lips put on a good show yesterday. A sorta last minute thinger for that show. A band from Columbus, OH called the Sun opened, and Sparkle horse did a short short set as well. Metropol, although hardly my favorite venue to see bands, wasnt' as bad as it can be. Thankfully their sound guy was good. Holy crowded, though . . .

Today is absolutely perfect outside! That temp where you can go shorts and T-shirt, and not roast. I took lunch under a tree and watched the bees do their thing . . .