My crush on David Letterman has come full circle now that I find out he’s been sleeping with a Wake Forest graduate. My real question is…will she be at homecoming??
http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2009/10/02/stephanie-birkitt-woman-at-center-of-letterman-scandal-in-a-revealing-2004-interview-hes-just-playful/
In celebration of my last day in exile from Pandora (I used up my 40 hours a week ago and I’m cheap/technologically inept, so I just have to wait for it to be restored tomorrow, when the month is over), here is the youtube video I have been playing over and over again.
That was a long sentence.
October 17, 2005, Venice, Italy
Delphiniums in a Window Box
Dean Young
Every sunrise, even strangers’ eyes.
Not necessarily swans, even crows,
even the evening fusillade of bats.
That place where the creek goes underground,
how many weeks before I see you again?
Stacks of books, every page, characters’
rages and poets’ strange contraptions
of syntax and song, every song
even when there isn’t one.
Every thistle, splinter, butterfly
over the drainage ditches. Every stray.
Did you see the meteor shower?
Did it feel like something swallowed?
Every question, conversation
even with almost nothing, cricket, cloud,
because of you I’m talking to crickets, clouds,
confiding in a cat. Everyone says,
Come to your senses, and I do, of you.
Every touch electric, every taste you,
every smell, even burning sugar, every
cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples
at the farmers’ market, every melon,
plum, I come undone, undone.
—
exactly.
August 2009, Sears Tower Skydeck Ledge
I like the view from today.
It’s going to be a good month, I think.
July 2009, Union Square
Personal
Tony Hoagland
Don’t take it personal, they said;
but I did, I took it all quite personal—
the breeze and the river and the color of the fields;
the price of grapefruit and stamps,
the wet hair of women in the rain—
And I cursed what hurt me
and I praised what gave me joy,
the most simple-minded of possible responses.
The government reminded me of my father,
with its deafness and its laws,
and the weather reminded me of my mom,
with her tropical squalls.
Enjoy it while you can, they said of Happiness
Think first, they said of Talk
Get over it, they said
at the School of Broken Hearts
but I couldn’t and I didn’t and I don’t
believe in the clean break;
I believe in the compound fracture
served with a sauce of dirty regret,
I believe in saying it all
and taking it all back
and saying it again for good measure
while the air fills up with I’m-Sorries
like wheeling birds
and the trees look seasick in the wind.
Oh life! Can you blame me
for making a scene?
You were that yellow caboose, the moon
disappearing over a ridge of cloud.
I was the dog, chained in some fool’s backyard;
barking and barking:
trying to convince everything else
to take it personal too.
Bummer: Waking up at 7:30 am to approx. 17 different brands of siren (fire, police, tornado, etc.) and being convinced the city is under attack.
Unbummer: NBD, it’s just the leaders of the free (and free-ish) world five blocks south, at a UN meeting about climate change
Bummer: Iranian Persident Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is coming to the hood tomorrow
So, I get this e-mail from Human Resources, which is sent out company wide and I expect it to be busch-league suggestions on improving your day. Like “smile more,” “get outside and walk around once a day.” That kind of thing. No. No, it’s a users’ guide to divorce. Awesome. I was especially intrigued by the undertones of suggestion seven..
September 19, 2009, Bonita Springs, Florida.
Iguana Mia - number juan mexican restaurant in Florida.
Sad. Weirdly enough…this is where Kappa Sig mountain weekend was held in November 2007…
July 2007, Bonita Beach, Florida
I will be back in this pool innnn 11 hours?
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