No, don’t be scared, I didn’t write it.
http://www.bartleby.com/123/62.html
Housman is a big favorite of mine, and this one really sums up a lot of my particular viewpoint on life. People often accuse me of being negative; I call it preparing for reality. Call me Mithridates!
Do greed and bad taste have no limits?
They’ve named the freakin thing as a holiday. There is merch. I am going to stick my finger in my throat now.
Courtesy of e e cummings:
“next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country ’tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim thy glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?”
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
I was at the usual Black Hole Coffee House this evening talking to my friends Catherine and Joy, whom I don’t get to see this often, when a guy game up and asked to use my cellphone. This was ok. He asked for a couple of other things that various people provided (cigarette, light, pen, etc.)
The real terror of the oncoming anniversary next week is becoming apparent. Flags and “holiday” type crap starting to appear for sale in stores, prophetic onion article about bartender wondering what to do for the anniversary, etc. My work is offering “anniversary syndrome” counseling.
In case anyone is wondering, I plan to spend the 11th hiding in my closet hugging my cat until all the flagschmerz goes away.
WHAT A COUNTRY! as Yakov Smirnoff would say. Did you know he’s an artist these days? “I was really nervous about starting this painting. Watching the flag fly proudly over my theater always gave me goose bumps. I was hoping to portray it with honor. I hope I did.”
From a movie ad on the radio:
Parental advisory: this film contains nudity, violence, scenes of torture, and language
Please, save us from the Virus from Outer Space.
I was behind a car today that had the following decorations:
I await the victory of al-Qaeda with mixed emotions.
In our circle of slackers who hang out at the Diedrich Coffeehouse in Costa Mesa there is a guy I’ll call TA. TA is a stereotypically pugnacious Irish-American and a stereotypically romantic artist, far too self-conscious about both of those things, and much older and shorter than he’d like to be. I get along with him ok although I don’t care for his art, and although he and I aren’t really made to inhabit the same planet. We have a “nod and smile” arrangement and some friends in common but we’d never be friends and could end up enemies easily.
stand against terror with my pal TorgoX. I have not yet begun to party!
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