my choice

pretty octopus for Brit 

A cthulhu pot I did in my elementary methods class 

smolder and burn

Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart.

-Stephen Crane

Wirble

From the very funny thing called Shakeskin.com Mark and Ben know what I mean by wirble.
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"Once upon a time, memoirs were written by hoary chaps casting rheumy glances back towards their golden youth: no more."
--Erica Wagner, "Post-Post-Modern memoir"

Itenerate heart

"You're Clay; it's nice to finally get to see you."
Tonight felt in many ways like a blind date with B's old friend S. Not that it was too terribly date like; we danced at the masquerade and had some lemonade and herbal tea over a game of chess and talked of Greek civilization and relationships fleetingly. B had given me the impression that she would talk of things out of my ken, but I was pleased to find myself with no problems. Overall a nice night.

My other favorite writer called Neal

Neal Stevenson got interviewed by slashdot

DADA poetry in my spam mail

got this today:
joanne gilt buick endogenous fidget closeup whitcomb disquisition fatigue dampen
knuckleball dalzell pappy nicaragua smooch curio gummy roger graphite aitken
ceres eli andes dudley benight cholesterol jubilant sepal spayed prayerful
ashmen hostage quetzal electrician bullock lars dual determine circumvent
circumcise concern errol dialect pervasion cardinal hypnosis frontal duffel
exclaim exposure
anybody remember what the spam comic that 635 linked to was?

Guess that movie part 4

The fashion police are at the door! 

yeah, it's a weird one. Can you guess the movie based on the pictures? This may be the hardest challenge I've given yet to the readers

"What do you mean halitosis?!"

Breath

There is magic in just watching someone breathe;
Moreso in having them lay next to you,
and feeling their undulant ribcage rising and lowering ever so slowly.

You think you know

You think you know some people relatively well, then you come to find out they all sit in a dark room and smoke pipes each Sunday night. Who the hell smokes a pipe in this day and age?
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I hope to pull out a bubble pipe, ala Eoin's plan, when I teach.
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You think you know what your friends' parents look like, but they are always different from their photos.
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Chrysanthemums make a good tea (maybe cause the only other ingredient is crystallized honey)
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I wanna dance too...

hey baby, wake up from your asleep

Sleep is important if you don't want to spend all day with weird songs stuck in your head and if you want to successfully talk to the girl, in "power pants" that are oh-so-sexy, that you happen to be making a peice of pottery for charity with and your mind is stumbling over simple words but she is laughing alot and man is it a dorky laugh how cute.
Sleep also helps prevent run-on sentences.

guess that song part 11

go here. watch the very random flash, and name the song that dad plays on the guitar at the end. It's easier to figure out than you think.

Sorry I'm late; I had to tame this wild stallion for your guys' honeymoon

Napolean dynamite. Finally saw it. Was quite up my alley, having grown up around that area.
song of choice from the movie: canned heat by Jamaraquoi
If you don't recognize the title to this entry, you didn't stay through the credits for the extra scene.
Did you know that Napolean's love interest was the girl in corina corina and waterworld?

security

Does anyone have a coat that makes them feel tough?

Bingo!

I can find myself and most of my friends on this. As usual, click to enlarge to a legible size.

songs, with tribute to grandpa

Dearly departed grandpa had a record. I was suprised by how much I like the old gospel music he did. Here is one of the songs he sang in on the record. I may or may not have my ability to parrot everything I hear because of Grandpa's genes. He was a mathmatician too.
At Walrus Ice Cream, Rachel suddenly burst out with this much to my elation.
I found van morrison's moondance, which is a song that mysteriously, not one of my friends seems to know.
My sweet lord, by george harrison
Five blind alabama boys-freedom road
My life is a dark dark pit of dark dark darkness: This is for Kit.

Picture dump from my week in the middle of Wyoming

I used the moleskin sketchbook Ben gave me and drew this, while bored, in my motel room. It's me, but if you are wondering where my legendary chin went, there is some foreshortening involved. I wasn't sure if that was obvious enough. Click to do it justice and enlarge. More pics in the next post (archive links are above)...

Two stray dogs decided that I was their master when I was staying at a motel. 

the mountains looked beautiful as I drove back to home. I was free for a little while again