Monthly Archives: June 2005

Weekly Darfur Reminder to My Friends.

Today is a lazy day but I am wor­king. I have a few of them, lazy but wor­king kind of days, and I don’t get to write as often as I like. I also do have somewhat of a real life, although it is much less fran­tic now com­pa­red to the school year.
I’m at work

Lobster, skinny dipping, and That’s All Folks.

This wee­kend was one of those wee­kends where, at the spur of the moment, something makes you take off with your friend Matt to a house on the coast of Maine. The rea­son for this it you want to dive naked into the cold water, you want to read while the cool ocean bree­zes throw

Because I do like to know when I’m delirious.

pre­face:
This is not a story.
We follow no rules here.
I have, as often hap­pens, been dis­trac­ted by other things such as work, teaching art clas­ses, (hey teacher leave those kids alone yea), and figh­ting to free public broad­cas­ting from neo-conic con­trol. (Don’t worry about that word being in the dic­tio­nary it will be soon)
pop cul­ture:
Then of course

What I Really Wanna Know, My Baby What I Really Want To Say, I Can’t Define.

She was seven­teen, what did she know. She thought she knew it all of course. She was a bright beauty, at least her family and her friends had always told her so. The bright part was never deba­ta­ble, the beauty part was of course, in the eyes of the behol­der as it is. She has