February 2012
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the title of this is things i never thought i'd do...
Every time I think about how long I’ve lived here, I get really confused. I spent my first Summer in Chicago in 2008. I had my first Winter (of life) in 2009 and my second Summertime Chi in 09, too. So by my calculations, (assuming at this Winter is um, completing itself? What Winter?) I’ve spent 4 Summers and 3 Winters here which I guess averages to…..I’ve lived here 3...
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the problem with Pinterest
I’ve been puttering around on Pinterest all day trying to figure out what the hell is going on and what is slightly irking me about it most…
Behold a new niche of the Internets: the easy sharing of our “inspirations”. With Pinterest, one can create a personal editorial board blooming in quick-flash time with glossy images that are not moving because of their content but...
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i just had this really freeing thought that i don’t know anything about anything.
(that the most honest answer i can give 99% of the time is either “i don’t know” “i’m not entirely sure” or “i think….”. in the whole wide world there is not one subject i am holding in my hand.
my most assertive decisions as of late have been about what...
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January 2012
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draft
Conservatory- 1/29
I don’t want to enter where it is wind swept, I want to be there already in the chill and the doleful, standing beside you when the hail has made holes in your head.
Let me make charity in your over pour and loose skin they call cracks. Let me raise money for your re-opening; come on and bring the children- the azaleas are blooming soon. See how the propagations will proceed
The...
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winter
can you hear it? boots wearing, heaters creaking, cords burning. the phone lines tied up and swinging. eyes passing mouths too cold to leak open and say “hello”. Tell me where the message goes when it’s lost in a lake.
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in honor of tonight's football game (which i...
I Heart Your Dog’s Head
I’m watching football, which is odd as I hate football in a hyperbolic and clinically revealing way, but I hate Bill Parcells more, because he is the illuminated manuscript of cruel, successful men, those with the slitty eyes of ancient reptiles, who wear their smugness like a tight white turtleneck, and revel in their lack of sympathy for any living thing....
Kuntian philosophy
shitmystudentswrite:
If your girlfriend were to ask Kant how she looked, Kant would be a cunt and say ‘You do not look good’ instead of lying.
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Girl when you get lost the forest will find you tame you take you over. Pocket of breadcrumbs and birdsong. Pocket of rocks. The ends of town the noise of home are lost where you go digging down and out and under furrowed in mud and stone. When you rise and run remember the good black silt of these good green days tilt of this time beaten fast then faster...
danimkay asked: Your dad in that top hat? #boss
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