ahh... (breathe) my 3-day hellacious week is coming to a close! well, it wasn't all bad ;) but parts were -- it was a bit of a jolt after such a wonderful easter weekend to return to work and actually get stuff done :) but tomorrow morning ashlea and i are headed off to arizona! i can't wait...i plan on returning tan, happy, and rested :) (and with a considerably expanded wardrobe)
low lowercase word of the random interval in which i will post one is savour:
sa·vor
NOUN: 1. The taste or smell of something. 2. A specific taste or smell. See synonyms at taste. 3. A distinctive quality or sensation: enjoying the savor of victory.
VERB: Inflected forms: sa·vored, sa·vor·ing, sa·vors
INTRANSITIVE VERB: 1. To have a particular taste or smell: a dish that savors of curry. 2. To exhibit a specified quality or characteristic; smack: postures that savored of vanity.
TRANSITIVE VERB: 1. To impart flavor or scent to; season: savored the bland soup with salt. 2. To taste or smell, especially with pleasure: savored each morsel of the feast. 3. To appreciate fully; enjoy or relish: I want to savor this great moment of accomplishment.
ETYMOLOGY: Middle English savour, from Old French, from Latin sapor, from sapere, to taste.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
blog not working?
a little birdie told me comments aren't working -- which means.... i can't post whatever i want and until the server comes back up you people can't comment. mwha ha ha ha ha.
let's take a vote. does the evil laugh begin with an m or a w?
let's take a vote. does the evil laugh begin with an m or a w?
Thursday, March 24, 2005
almost forgot...
..new blog title was the one and only suggestion, but i like it :) so, yet again, ashlea, this one's for you :)
Eating Poetry, by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does no believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Eating Poetry, by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does no believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
it's all about the blog
you people amuse me. what i thought was the most boring post garnered no less than six comments. i guess ie's can't resist a little process improvement ;) well, ie's and an english major. yay for only brushing your teeth once per year, it's much more efficient- in fact who needs teeth? we could all just suck puree through a straw. okay gross, it's too early in the morning for that.
my candy bowl at work has been filled with easter candy- happy easter early!
observation: my boss always calls me bri- except when i'm in some sort of trouble, in which case i am 'brianna' - (i.e. 'brianna, i really need those metrics i asked you about.') very similar to my mother actually :) at least i know right off when to sit up straight and pay attention!
my candy bowl at work has been filled with easter candy- happy easter early!
observation: my boss always calls me bri- except when i'm in some sort of trouble, in which case i am 'brianna' - (i.e. 'brianna, i really need those metrics i asked you about.') very similar to my mother actually :) at least i know right off when to sit up straight and pay attention!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
my morning routine
one of the great things about blogging is you can post things that are of absolutely no interest whatsoever to anyone but you. now ideally of course, other people are interested and read and are entertained -- i decided to walk that oh-so-dangerous line and post something of possible little to no interest ;) you tell me. if left to my own devices, i tend to run on the exact same schedule every morning --
5:30 am: alarm 1 goes off, hit snooze, snuggle back into covers
5:38 am: alarm 1 goes off again, repeat above
5:45 am: alarm 2 goes off, get up, turn off alarm 2, turn off alarm 1, pull cleo out of bed and set her on the floor, walk to take her out, stand just inside while she runs outside
5:42 am: different clock ;) clocks in my room are 4 minutes fast. feed the dog, grind coffee, start the coffee maker-- return to my room, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and get back in bed to brush teeth, splash water on face and put contacts in
5:55ish am: take cleo out again, then back in the kitchen - pour one mug for home, one travel mug for work- back to room to shower, then dressed, then hair and makeup
6:25 am: put shoes on, cuddle dog, put dog in crate
6:33 am: grab coffee and bag and leave
typically this puts me in the car at 6:39 (where the clock is 4 minutes fast again). i find it odd (and a little disturbing) that i'm so repeatable -- but i guess it makes sense. now that i see my entire routine on paper the industrial engineer in me wants to improve the process ;)
now that i've effectively postponed doing any real work (i have homework i REALLY don't want to do right now, which is the only explanation i have for the above), i'll get back to it ;)
5:30 am: alarm 1 goes off, hit snooze, snuggle back into covers
5:38 am: alarm 1 goes off again, repeat above
5:45 am: alarm 2 goes off, get up, turn off alarm 2, turn off alarm 1, pull cleo out of bed and set her on the floor, walk to take her out, stand just inside while she runs outside
5:42 am: different clock ;) clocks in my room are 4 minutes fast. feed the dog, grind coffee, start the coffee maker-- return to my room, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and get back in bed to brush teeth, splash water on face and put contacts in
5:55ish am: take cleo out again, then back in the kitchen - pour one mug for home, one travel mug for work- back to room to shower, then dressed, then hair and makeup
6:25 am: put shoes on, cuddle dog, put dog in crate
6:33 am: grab coffee and bag and leave
typically this puts me in the car at 6:39 (where the clock is 4 minutes fast again). i find it odd (and a little disturbing) that i'm so repeatable -- but i guess it makes sense. now that i see my entire routine on paper the industrial engineer in me wants to improve the process ;)
now that i've effectively postponed doing any real work (i have homework i REALLY don't want to do right now, which is the only explanation i have for the above), i'll get back to it ;)
ashlea, this one's for you
Super swine was real, experts say, Tuesday, March 22, 2005
They also noted the super swine didn't quite live up to the 1,000-pound (450-kilogram), 12-foot (3.6-meter) hype generated when Hogzilla was caught on a farm last summer and photographed hanging from a backhoe.
Donning biohazard suits to exhume the behemoth's smelly remains, the experts estimated Hogzilla was probably only 7 1/2 to 8 feet (2.25 to 2.4 meters) long, and weighed about 800 pounds (360 kilograms).
productivity is the name of the game
i'm rather self-satisfied today as i arrived at work at 6:30 and am actually fairly organized for a tuesday ;) well, for any day really. homework is done (complete with cover sheet!), reports ran, boards updated, etcetera etcetera. i feel like i've been on a long trip or something, my day-to-day calendar says march 14. this is because, until today, about 2 weeks worth of papers were on top of it. actually.... i guess it could only really be 1 week's worth based on the date that's showing...but it's still a lot of papers! trust me on that one!
Monday, March 21, 2005
shameless plug ;)
if you're one act short of your random act of kindness for the day, give me money! no, not actually me. relay for life (to raise money for cancer research) is on april 22-23. if you're thinking 'relay for wha?' then let me explain - it's an all night vigil of sorts -- our team (virginia tech grad students) will keep someone walking all night long around the track, along with dozens of other teams from virginia tech, to support research for a cure to cancer. before the relay however, we hit up our friends and family for money :) so take a look at the website, it's very easy to donate, and if you are stuck in the 80's and putting credit card info on the internet freaks you out a bit, just let me know- there are alternate means of donation :) thanks!
i rock and want to give bri (ahem, relay for life) money!
i rock and want to give bri (ahem, relay for life) money!
Sunday, March 20, 2005
don't think i've ever posted this one
although maybe it's cause i never quite nailed the wording -- anyway, here it is in all its rough draft glory:
My Fairy Godmother Wears Versace
I tell him twenty-one year olds are sexy
and sophisticated. He seems skeptical
of such a transformation, one that happens
while we sleep breathing the stroke
of midnight. A Versace clad
fairy godmother will wave her wand
over the length of my sleeping form,
then flit elsewhere- perhaps in pursuit
of a tall skinny café latte (no foam).
I will wake with an impeccable French twist,
cotton turned silk, wool to angora and a craving
for a lightly buttered croissant alongside a café au lait.
He won’t know me when he wakes, yawning
turning to find that I have been thieved
away in the middle of the night
by the turn of a year, leaving someone
he’s never seen before.
My Fairy Godmother Wears Versace
I tell him twenty-one year olds are sexy
and sophisticated. He seems skeptical
of such a transformation, one that happens
while we sleep breathing the stroke
of midnight. A Versace clad
fairy godmother will wave her wand
over the length of my sleeping form,
then flit elsewhere- perhaps in pursuit
of a tall skinny café latte (no foam).
I will wake with an impeccable French twist,
cotton turned silk, wool to angora and a craving
for a lightly buttered croissant alongside a café au lait.
He won’t know me when he wakes, yawning
turning to find that I have been thieved
away in the middle of the night
by the turn of a year, leaving someone
he’s never seen before.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
days like these
are perfect for lazy mornings and farmers' markets and used bookstores -- i'm off to find them :)
Thursday, March 17, 2005
happy saint patrick's day
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter;
Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums;
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums;
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
it IS easy being green
well, at least today anyway. i almost forgot so i've got a green rubber band on my wrist and i'm wearing pink ;) ah well, tonight i'll put on something more festive and of the green variety.
in the spirit of spring and mid-march, a few inches of snow fell lastnight...hmmm, that actually doesn't seem quite right. but it did make for a beautiful drive this morning!
in the spirit of spring and mid-march, a few inches of snow fell lastnight...hmmm, that actually doesn't seem quite right. but it did make for a beautiful drive this morning!
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
my latest addiction
is the garden state soundtrack. ironically, i haven't seen the movie. favorites so far are let's go by frou frou, and eyes of blue by cary brothers.
today, i am tired! noticeably apparently because i was harrassed in my morning meeting :) oh well, after homework and studying for my midterm, i'm home free for a little while anyway, although that research paper is starting to loom overhead.
'cause blue eyes, you’re the secret i keep
'cause blue eyes, all the lights on and you are alive, but you can't point the way to your heart, so sublime, when the stars are aligned, but you don't know, you don't know the greatness you are, 'cause Blue Eyes, you are destiny's scene
today, i am tired! noticeably apparently because i was harrassed in my morning meeting :) oh well, after homework and studying for my midterm, i'm home free for a little while anyway, although that research paper is starting to loom overhead.
'cause blue eyes, you’re the secret i keep
'cause blue eyes, all the lights on and you are alive, but you can't point the way to your heart, so sublime, when the stars are aligned, but you don't know, you don't know the greatness you are, 'cause Blue Eyes, you are destiny's scene
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
rock the blog
comments pop up now! don't be alarmed by the fast-paced technological advances of this blog.
more than a spoonful of poetry (and some commentary to go with it)
"It is hard to talk concretely about Ashbery's poetry, because his subject is, so often, aesthetic consciousness—what he calls "the experience of experience." On the one hand, the poems have the dashed-off look and feel of pop culture-inflected postmodernism, inspired by the radical innovations of Dada and French Surrealism. On the other hand, at their heart is a kind of high Romantic yearning for wholeness: In a sense the poems are simply about being unable to give up that longing. At the center of an Ashbery poem isn't usually a subject (à la Philip Larkin) but a feeling (à la Jackson Pollock). That feeling is conjured up by the interplay between aesthetic conviction and amiably bland bewilderment; amid all the flotsam and jetsam of everyday life is the enduring hope that, as one speaker puts it, "at last I shall see my complete face." The best thing to do, then, is not to try to understand the poems but to try to take pleasure from their arrangement, the way you listen to music. It's only then, for most readers, that the meaning begins to leak through." (article smidgen shamelessly stolen from slate.msn.com)
Paradoxes and Oxymorons by John Ashberry
This poem is concerned with language on a very plain level.
Look at it talking to you. You look out a window
Or pretend to fidget. You have it but you don’t have it.
You miss it, it misses you. You miss each other.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot.
What’s a plain level? It is that and other things,
Bringing a system of them into play. Play?
Well, actually, yes, but I consider play to be
A deeper outside thing, a dreamed role-pattern,
As in the division of grace these long August days
Without proof. Open-ended. And before you know
It gets lost in the stream and chatter of typewriters.
It has been played once more. I think you exist only
To tease me into doing it, on your level, and then you aren’t there
Or have adopted a different attitude. And the poem
Has set me softly down beside you. The poem is you.
Paradoxes and Oxymorons by John Ashberry
This poem is concerned with language on a very plain level.
Look at it talking to you. You look out a window
Or pretend to fidget. You have it but you don’t have it.
You miss it, it misses you. You miss each other.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot.
What’s a plain level? It is that and other things,
Bringing a system of them into play. Play?
Well, actually, yes, but I consider play to be
A deeper outside thing, a dreamed role-pattern,
As in the division of grace these long August days
Without proof. Open-ended. And before you know
It gets lost in the stream and chatter of typewriters.
It has been played once more. I think you exist only
To tease me into doing it, on your level, and then you aren’t there
Or have adopted a different attitude. And the poem
Has set me softly down beside you. The poem is you.
Monday, March 14, 2005
drive by post!
at the library... quick post! just saw million dollar baby. it was good. won't ruin it for anyone though -- now it's on to the cellar for some yummy dinner (weeks lately have been filled with good music and late nights at the cellar).
until tomorrow--
until tomorrow--
blog hiatus!
well after being incredibly attentive to my blog for over a week, i abandoned it for days!
but don't worry, i'm back now, after a great weekend :) highlights? margaritas, pancakes (twice), biking and spring peepers, ice cream, good books, bruschetta, dancing, lebansese food .... anyone else notice how much food shows up on this list? :) and miss ashlea got back lastnight from spring break, so we had a nice extended dinner at the cellar (more food: manicotti, cheesecake, wine) and caught up on more than a week's worth of girl talk :)
in other news, i decided i love food too much to eat less of it, so i'm going to try the exercise route ;)
back into the school swing of things, i have a midterm on thursday, conf. call today, homework due thursday... ahhhhhh! not to mention all the things i have put off that need to be done at home as well. oh well :) i'll get it all done evenutally.
but don't worry, i'm back now, after a great weekend :) highlights? margaritas, pancakes (twice), biking and spring peepers, ice cream, good books, bruschetta, dancing, lebansese food .... anyone else notice how much food shows up on this list? :) and miss ashlea got back lastnight from spring break, so we had a nice extended dinner at the cellar (more food: manicotti, cheesecake, wine) and caught up on more than a week's worth of girl talk :)
in other news, i decided i love food too much to eat less of it, so i'm going to try the exercise route ;)
back into the school swing of things, i have a midterm on thursday, conf. call today, homework due thursday... ahhhhhh! not to mention all the things i have put off that need to be done at home as well. oh well :) i'll get it all done evenutally.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
friday where are you?
every day i drive by a XXX adult shop -- it's new, only been there a few months. this series of messages has been on their marquis recently:
'COMING SOON: LINGERIE! COME SEE OUR SELECTION'
...a few weeks later:
'LINGERIE 40% OFF'
...and a few more weeks:
'PLUS SIZE LINGERIE NOW AVAILABLE'
just something that tends to amuse me at 6:45 am. in other news, girls' poker night was a smash success. lots of fun to play poker with a group of girls who know very little about poker. we had a $3 buy-in, but after all was said and done, no money was exchanged ;) the hours of laughter and entertainment were payment enough :)
'COMING SOON: LINGERIE! COME SEE OUR SELECTION'
...a few weeks later:
'LINGERIE 40% OFF'
...and a few more weeks:
'PLUS SIZE LINGERIE NOW AVAILABLE'
just something that tends to amuse me at 6:45 am. in other news, girls' poker night was a smash success. lots of fun to play poker with a group of girls who know very little about poker. we had a $3 buy-in, but after all was said and done, no money was exchanged ;) the hours of laughter and entertainment were payment enough :)
Wednesday, March 9, 2005
!
okay i couldn't take it, i deleted the u.s. map post. it will suffice to say that i've been to 58% of the states, and am missing most of the states in the middle. but according to cassie, all of those states are worthless anyway and the only reason people live there is that their wagons broke down while they were headed for the west coast and they had no other choice. food for thought!
Tuesday, March 8, 2005
A True Account Of Talking To The Sun At Fire Island by Frank O'Hara
i decided a long poem might fix this formatting issue my blog is having ;) so, enjoy!
The Sun woke me this morning loud
and clear, saying "Hey! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
to speak to personally
so why
aren't you more attentive? If I could
burn you through the window I would
to wake you up. I can't hang around
here all day."
"Sorry, Sun, I stayed
up late last night talking to Hal."
"When I woke up Mayakovsky he was
a lot more prompt" the Sun said
petulantly. "Most people are up
already waiting to see if I'm going
to put in an appearance."
I tried
to apologize "I missed you yesterday."
"That's better" he said. "I didn't
know you'd come out." "You may be wondering why I've come so close?"
"Yes" I said beginning to feel hot
and wondering if maybe he wasn't
burning me
anyway.
"Frankly I wanted to tell you
I like your poetry. I see a lot
on my rounds and you're okay. You
may
not be the greatest thing on earth, but
you're different. Now, I've heard some
say you're crazy, they being excessively
calm themselves to my mind, and other
crazy poets think that you're a boring
reactionary. Not me.
Just keep on
like I do and pay no attention. You'll
find that some people always will
complain about the atmosphere,
either too hot
or too cold too bright or too dark, days
too short or too long.
If you don't appear
at all one day they think you're lazy
or dead. Just keep right on, I like it.
And don't worry about your lineage
poetic or natural. The Sun shines on
the jungle, you know, on the tundra
the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you
were
I knew it and saw you moving. I was
waiting
for you to get to work.
And now that you
are making your own days, so to
speak,
even if no one reads you but me
you won't be depressed. Not
everyone can look up, even at me. It
hurts their eyes."
"Oh Sun, I'm so grateful to you!"
"Thanks and remember I'm watching.
It's
easier for me to speak to you out
here. I don't have to slide down
between buildings to get your ear.
I know you love Manhattan, but
you ought to look up more often.
And
always embrace things, people earth
sky stars, as I do, freely and with
the appropriate sense of space. That
is your inclination, known in the
heavens
and you should follow it to hell, if
necessary, which I doubt.
Maybe we'll
speak again in Africa, of which I too
am specially fond. Go back to sleep
now
Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem
in that brain of yours as my farewell."
"Sun, don't go!" I was awake
at last. "No, go I must, they're calling
me."
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.
The Sun woke me this morning loud
and clear, saying "Hey! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
to speak to personally
so why
aren't you more attentive? If I could
burn you through the window I would
to wake you up. I can't hang around
here all day."
"Sorry, Sun, I stayed
up late last night talking to Hal."
"When I woke up Mayakovsky he was
a lot more prompt" the Sun said
petulantly. "Most people are up
already waiting to see if I'm going
to put in an appearance."
I tried
to apologize "I missed you yesterday."
"That's better" he said. "I didn't
know you'd come out." "You may be wondering why I've come so close?"
"Yes" I said beginning to feel hot
and wondering if maybe he wasn't
burning me
anyway.
"Frankly I wanted to tell you
I like your poetry. I see a lot
on my rounds and you're okay. You
may
not be the greatest thing on earth, but
you're different. Now, I've heard some
say you're crazy, they being excessively
calm themselves to my mind, and other
crazy poets think that you're a boring
reactionary. Not me.
Just keep on
like I do and pay no attention. You'll
find that some people always will
complain about the atmosphere,
either too hot
or too cold too bright or too dark, days
too short or too long.
If you don't appear
at all one day they think you're lazy
or dead. Just keep right on, I like it.
And don't worry about your lineage
poetic or natural. The Sun shines on
the jungle, you know, on the tundra
the sea, the ghetto. Wherever you
were
I knew it and saw you moving. I was
waiting
for you to get to work.
And now that you
are making your own days, so to
speak,
even if no one reads you but me
you won't be depressed. Not
everyone can look up, even at me. It
hurts their eyes."
"Oh Sun, I'm so grateful to you!"
"Thanks and remember I'm watching.
It's
easier for me to speak to you out
here. I don't have to slide down
between buildings to get your ear.
I know you love Manhattan, but
you ought to look up more often.
And
always embrace things, people earth
sky stars, as I do, freely and with
the appropriate sense of space. That
is your inclination, known in the
heavens
and you should follow it to hell, if
necessary, which I doubt.
Maybe we'll
speak again in Africa, of which I too
am specially fond. Go back to sleep
now
Frank, and I may leave a tiny poem
in that brain of yours as my farewell."
"Sun, don't go!" I was awake
at last. "No, go I must, they're calling
me."
"Who are they?"
Rising he said "Some
day you'll know. They're calling to you
too." Darkly he rose, and then I slept.
the verdict is in!
and it's ugly! the blog that is, not the verdict. so, i changed it back to something more pleasing to the eye. unfortunately my big ol' u.s. map has shoved all the posts below the top of the page, so you have to go searching for any new posts. anyway, nothing of substance to say, i'm off to sleep!
no frills blog!
so, i was bored and playing around with my blog templates and settled on this one. let's see how long i can take it being this plain. archives are at the waaaaayyyy bottom, no links to recent posts. it's the plain jane of blogs. the austere blog. the unconcealed blog! okay, i'm done, you get the picture.
from the movie i saw lastnight
"No, but I do like to think about the life of wine, how it's a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing, how the sun was shining that summer or if it rained... what the weather was like. I think about all those people who tended and picked the grapes, and if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I love how wine continues to evolve, how every time I open a bottle its going to taste different than if I had opened it on any other day. Because a bottle of wine is actually alive - it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks - like your '61 - and begins its steady, inevitable decline..."
Monday, March 7, 2005
spring, is that you?
it was almost warm this morning :) didn't need a coat, beautiful sunrise. aw... just checked the weather to see if this will continue and here's what i found:
... A FRONT TO HERALD MORE WINTER LIKE WEATHER...
A STRONG COLD FRONT WILL MOVE EAST ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS TONIGHT AND OFFSHORE BY TUESDAY. MUCH WARMER AIR SURGES NORTH AHEAD OF THE FRONT MONDAY... FOLLOWED BY SHOWERS AND PERHAPS A THUNDERSTORM LATE THIS AFTERNOON AND TONIGHT. MUCH COLDER AIR WILL RACE INTO THE MOUNTAINS LATE TONIGHT AS THE FRONT CROSSES EAST OF THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS. MOISTURE LINGERING BEHIND THE FRONT ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS... AND A STRONG NORTHWEST FLOW WILL RESULT IN SNOW SHOWERS. LOCATIONS SUCH AS QUINWOOD... SOUTH TO FLAT TOP... AND THE HIGH COUNTRY OF NORTHWEST NORTH CAROLINA COULD SEE 1 TO 3 INCHES OF SNOW.
IN ADDITION... VERY WINDY CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED TO ACCOMPANY THE MUCH COLDER AIR... AS TEMPERATURES STRUGGLE TO RISE MUCH ABOVE FREEZING THROUGH TUESDAY AFTERNOON....
well that's disappointing. has anyone ever seen the old popeye cartoon with ali baba and his forty thieves? they're in some village and the phonograph horn keeps announcing news in this loud booming voice about the approaching thieves. that's how i hear the weather statement in my head. just in case you were wondering ;)
... A FRONT TO HERALD MORE WINTER LIKE WEATHER...
A STRONG COLD FRONT WILL MOVE EAST ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS TONIGHT AND OFFSHORE BY TUESDAY. MUCH WARMER AIR SURGES NORTH AHEAD OF THE FRONT MONDAY... FOLLOWED BY SHOWERS AND PERHAPS A THUNDERSTORM LATE THIS AFTERNOON AND TONIGHT. MUCH COLDER AIR WILL RACE INTO THE MOUNTAINS LATE TONIGHT AS THE FRONT CROSSES EAST OF THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS. MOISTURE LINGERING BEHIND THE FRONT ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS... AND A STRONG NORTHWEST FLOW WILL RESULT IN SNOW SHOWERS. LOCATIONS SUCH AS QUINWOOD... SOUTH TO FLAT TOP... AND THE HIGH COUNTRY OF NORTHWEST NORTH CAROLINA COULD SEE 1 TO 3 INCHES OF SNOW.
IN ADDITION... VERY WINDY CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED TO ACCOMPANY THE MUCH COLDER AIR... AS TEMPERATURES STRUGGLE TO RISE MUCH ABOVE FREEZING THROUGH TUESDAY AFTERNOON....
well that's disappointing. has anyone ever seen the old popeye cartoon with ali baba and his forty thieves? they're in some village and the phonograph horn keeps announcing news in this loud booming voice about the approaching thieves. that's how i hear the weather statement in my head. just in case you were wondering ;)
Saturday, March 5, 2005
vectors, aphorisms & ten-second essays #386
During the hottest months, the sun is moving away from us, during the coldest, coming back.
name the movie?
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Friday, March 4, 2005
didn't you get the memo? it's friday!
so the low-lowercase word of the random interval in which i will post one is 'americana' - bet you didn't know it was a city in southeast brazil! a large one too, pop. 153,779, suburb to Sao Paulo. but technically, that's supposed to be capitalized, so here's the other definition:
A·mer·i·ca·na 1. (used with a sing. or pl. verb) Materials relating to American history, folklore, or geography or considered to be typical of American culture: Americana are featured in the exhibit. 2. (used with a sing. verb) The culture of America: “[Hip-hop is] as much of a fixture in Americana as hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet” (Ken Capobianco, The Tab October 17-23, 1995).
A·mer·i·ca·na 1. (used with a sing. or pl. verb) Materials relating to American history, folklore, or geography or considered to be typical of American culture: Americana are featured in the exhibit. 2. (used with a sing. verb) The culture of America: “[Hip-hop is] as much of a fixture in Americana as hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet” (Ken Capobianco, The Tab October 17-23, 1995).
Thursday, March 3, 2005
The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Hara
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don't know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days
in Ghana are doing these days I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn't even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les N'gres
of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness
and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don't know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days
in Ghana are doing these days I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn't even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les N'gres
of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness
and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
"each year gets late earlier."
this morning i walked outside and had a mild heart attack. here's my early morning thought process 'oh my god, why is it so light out? am i late? are my clocks an hour off??? (breathe) oh. i went to work early yesterday and that's why it was dark...'
anyway, i'm happy to realize that spring is close at hand. there's a james richardson quote about how as our days get longer, the sun is actually moving away and when they're at they're shortest, it's actually moving closer to us, but i can't find it. will search through my book later and find it :) listening to lisa loeb this morning on launchcast and filling in the daily metrics sheet... get to leave work early today for a hair appointment, cutting all my hair off! (sorry mom)...
oh, ps, title of this post is a james richardson ten-second essay ;)
anyway, i'm happy to realize that spring is close at hand. there's a james richardson quote about how as our days get longer, the sun is actually moving away and when they're at they're shortest, it's actually moving closer to us, but i can't find it. will search through my book later and find it :) listening to lisa loeb this morning on launchcast and filling in the daily metrics sheet... get to leave work early today for a hair appointment, cutting all my hair off! (sorry mom)...
oh, ps, title of this post is a james richardson ten-second essay ;)
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
i dink i'm ghedding shick.. sniffle
which i definitely don't have time for! hopefully it will magically disappear when i get a full night of sleep tonight. at least that's the plan anyway. cleo didn't even want to get up this morning. 5:15 came a little too early. well at least it wasn't snowy and windy...oh wait, yes it was! i'm done whining now :)
cassie made red beans and rice with chicken for me lastnight :) i'm spoiled. that was shortly followed by a girly conference call (long overdue!) with ashlea and jules.
tonight? homework! but i still have great hope my thursday night class will get cancelled like last week...
cassie made red beans and rice with chicken for me lastnight :) i'm spoiled. that was shortly followed by a girly conference call (long overdue!) with ashlea and jules.
tonight? homework! but i still have great hope my thursday night class will get cancelled like last week...
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