Love Conquers All.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
I'm Having a Sonic Caramel Malt
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That made me smile. Lil bit.
Monday, April 04, 2011
Oh Great....
Me: Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Rebekah: I was bo-- wait. Which is better?
....And isn't that the question?
Is it better to be naturally endowed, or to have the money for implants?
(Spun that way, she says it's better to be naturally endowed, unless you don't like "the big")
P.S. The actual quote:
"...Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
--Shakespeare
Rebekah: I was bo-- wait. Which is better?
....And isn't that the question?
Is it better to be naturally endowed, or to have the money for implants?
(Spun that way, she says it's better to be naturally endowed, unless you don't like "the big")
P.S. The actual quote:
"...Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
--Shakespeare
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Brownies
We were all sitting down eating our waffles for breakfast on Sunday morning when my Mom walked by the remnants of last night's dessert: about half a pan of very, very good brownies.
Mom: Who's been mangling the brownies?
She then proceeded to "straighten" the edge of the brownies, the line between brownie and pan, a currently haphazard and jagged line due to a lack of cutting skills on the part of an unknown person, plus the fact that brownies are so soft and crumble so easily that sometimes a chunk that should belong to one brownie is served out with another...
Me: I don't think they were really mangled...I think she just wanted to "straighten" them out.
Rebekah: I straighten them all the time!
Jake: I do, too. Like every time I walk by.
All this provokes the question.... With all the straightening of the brownie line that goes on in this house...why is it that the brownies are never straight?
Mom: Who's been mangling the brownies?
She then proceeded to "straighten" the edge of the brownies, the line between brownie and pan, a currently haphazard and jagged line due to a lack of cutting skills on the part of an unknown person, plus the fact that brownies are so soft and crumble so easily that sometimes a chunk that should belong to one brownie is served out with another...
Me: I don't think they were really mangled...I think she just wanted to "straighten" them out.
Rebekah: I straighten them all the time!
Jake: I do, too. Like every time I walk by.
All this provokes the question.... With all the straightening of the brownie line that goes on in this house...why is it that the brownies are never straight?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
To Start
A crazy wind is blowing
Its persistent whistle growing
Sweeping through this space and
Blanket the space
Between here and there
Bridge the void and melt into
The downcast eyes.
Slip into a familiar pattern.
Raise your face to the skies,
Huddle to the source of the heat
And savor every sense because
Sense these days
Is getting rather scarce.
PAUSE. Text exchange between a friend and myself:
Friend: sup? [Did I mention my friend is pretty ghetto....?]
Self: Just thinking and writing
Friend: Dangerous [A man of many words]
Self: Not really. I'm just full of beginnings.
....And then I realized that that was a pretty profound statement. I'm so full of beginnings. A few lines will come to me, but any attempt at further formation...flounders. I haven't completed a thought, or decided where to direct my thinking. I'm cautiously tiptoeing and balancing on the curb.
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