RANDOM THOUGHTS
(or MORE JUNKMAIL -- in case the ghetto monk was getting chilly)
at home in bed
I hate trash day. Hate it.
Get up, Trinity. Get up!
at home in general
Why are all these half-full water glasses standing around my house? I feel like I'm on the set for "Signs."
My eyes are camel today. Seriously. I wonder what they would say to me at the DMV if I wanted CAM for the eye color designation on my license. I knew a girl in college with camel-colored eyes. Actually, they were tawny. I called her "Lady of the Lion Eyes." My own used to be chocolate brown and started changing over several years ago. Now they're hazel (HAZ), but I wonder on some days if they're they're not going completely green. I guess we'll see. (No pun intended.)
in the glass elevator by the parking garage
OK, I have my Haley Joel Osment looking down from the cathedral balcony face on now.
That lady should market her perfume. I mean re-market it. Like as some kind of solvent.
If you've got to be Superman, then change clothes in an empty elevator -- not a phone booth. For crying out loud. Why do we make life hard for ourselves?
at my desk at work
"We were soldiers once...and young" would be a great seven-syllable line for haiku or tanka -- if you had some reason to allude to Vietnam via Japanese poetry.
I have a tea diffuser that is supposed to look like an acorn. It is weird to stick tea leaves in an acorn.
Microwave "kettle corn" is not what it's popped up to be. It's nothing in comparison, for instance, to kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips.
"Lady of the lion eyes" is another great seven-syllable line for haiku or tanka -- if anyone happens to care.
The thing about tea is -- well, there's two. 1) It's gross with gum. 2) It gets cold so fast.
walking between places
So what IS the difference between cement and concrete?
Walking is a miracle. Really. The odds of all these variables coming together with perfect balance and adequate velocity and sufficient support -- it's an amazing thing to be able to walk straight, and I'm thankful I can.
It's ok that these things mill around in my cerebral cortex; in fact, it's very entertaining sometimes. Makes me wonder, though, what I might be thinking up if my imagination didn't always default to the things within my little sphere of seen/felt existence. Right. Like what if there's a Pulitzer on the horizon just waiting for me to get my mind off of concrete and kettle corn?
the more blankets the better, especially if they're covered in pictures.
Posted by: jeremy at February 5, 2004 06:04 PM