If your city centre is all that I saw I’d think your business was usually law What with the dark blue designer suits By shops displaying Italian made boots Polluting the air with pricey cologne Retracting antennae of cellular phones Storefronts that advertise costly Swiss watches Available only to those in the very top notches Whilst the only presence of untidy feet Are the blue collar workers paving the street Beyond art museums in all of their glory Past quite trendy shops lies a much different story Walk a few blocks and the streets will now sing Of blackened brick…
How do you draw water? Not from a well with a bucket but with a pen? how do you capture light on paper? do you chisel away at negative space like a sculptor with a block of stone, knocking off everything that doesn’t look like it? Do you use white paint? Thin lines of it? How do you draw water? Not out of a river but into paper? How do you capture its movement, fluidity, its flux? How do you reflect reflections? how do you record what’s not really there? How do you put down the glistening ripples behind a…
Neither Dad nor my brother looked up as I carried the blender in its box from the kitchen, through the den, where each was busy reading or scribbling notes, and back into the computer room. How excited do you get about a blender? Dad and Ben didn’t even notice the pretty, white box capped with yellow at each end and awash with piles of perfect fruit on chipped ice, except, of course, where a picture of the blender itself leans stylishly to one side, as if to catch your attention in case it should lean too far and need catching…
I just got back from the Stones’, where I went over songs with Shawn. Justin managed to come away with a bag full of beef ribs, which he and Dennis and Grody and the cats and I just ate, and books on C,_Schrodinger’s Kittens_, and _The Linux Bible, as well as Linux slackware3.2. So I’ve been eating ribs and reading the linux bible. I found it humorous that Shawn, who’s a double E major, and Justin, who’s taking a class on C, didn’t know how to pronounce “Linux.” It’s all in thecompany you keep, I suppose. “Before you looms one…
On the way to Holly’s tonight, we were listening to the soundtrack to That Thing You Do which led to Max telling Dennis he needed to be exposed to Jacob’s Trouble and how the best song is These Thousand Hills which we listened to all across Wyoming and how that was a fun road trip and shouldn’t we do that again sometime? “Mount Rushmore!” I suggested. “We can all chip in and allow four days and go, you want to?” said Max, “We could go week after next.” “Uh, that’s in the middle of camp.” So I dunno.I think Max…