An actual chat session transcript, or "everything I needed to know I learned from Comic Books".
A friend and I chatting about fear and dreams.
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March 30, 2010
March 28, 2010
She paints pictures with chicken
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March 25, 2010
Here's to the old Me.
1994. Working at Nickelodeon on Blues Clues. Look how happy this kid is. NYC is about to eat him up and spit him out.
Oh well.
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March 24, 2010
Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length by Robert Frost
Oh, stormy stormy world,
The days you were not swirled
Around with mist and cloud,
Or wrapped as in a shroud,
And the sun's brilliant ball
Was not in part or all
Obscured from mortal view--
Were days so very few
I can but wonder whence
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.
If my mistrust is right
It may be altogether
From one day's perfect weather,
When starting clear at dawn,
The day swept clearly on
To finish clear at eve.
I verily believe
My fair impression may
Be all from that one day
No shadow crossed but ours
As through its blazing flowers
We went from house to wood
For change of solitude.
- Posted from my iPhone late late at night.
Fun with bash
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March 23, 2010
Attention, @gedeon @panache, @flargh
STO here we come.
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If you can see this blogging from my iPhone is fixed.
March 19, 2010
As time goes by
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimensions.
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax, relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.
Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.
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March 15, 2010
Building Forts
People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels
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March 14, 2010
The opposite
The opposite of depression, I wanted you to know I discovered it. The complete 180 of lying awake at 3am alone and full of sadness for a full year is to be gently awakened by her, warm and naked, spooning you in the darkness.
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Honey by Connie Wanek
Luxury itself, thick as a Persian carpet,
honey fills the jar
with the concentrated sweetness
of countless thefts,
the blossoms bereft, the hive destitute.
Though my debts are heavy
honey would pay them all.
Honey heals, honey mends.
A spoon takes more than it can hold
without reproach. A knife plunges deep,
but does no injury.
Honey moves with intense deliberation.
Between one drop and the next
forty lean years pass in a distant desert.
What one generation labored for
another receives,
and yet another gives thanks.
- Posted from my iPhone in bed. Listening to the wind.
March 2, 2010
Un Bel Di by Gerald Locklin
Because my daughter's eighth-grade teachers
Are having what is called an "in-service day,"
Which means, in fact, an out-of-service day,
She is spending this Friday home with me,
So I get up in time to take us,
On this summery day in March,
For a light lunch at a legendary café
Near the Yacht Marina.
Then we feed some ducks before catching
The cheap early-bird showing of
My Cousin Vinny, at which we share a
Dessert of a box of Milk Duds large
Enough to last us the entire show.
Afterwards we drive to a shoe-store to
Get her the Birkenstocks she's been coveting,
But they're out of her size in green; we leave
An order and stop for dinner at Norm Calvin's
Texas-style hole-in-the-wall barbeque rib factory.
When we get home I am smart enough
To downplay to my wife what a good day
We have had on our own. Later, saying
Goodnight to my little girl,
Already much taller than her mother,
I say, "days like today are the favorite
Days of my life," and she knows
It is true.
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