Monday, December 28, 2009

I'm So Glad It's The End of the Decade

Now I can say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is the best song of the decade:

Monday, November 16, 2009

One of my favorite things

The music, not necessarily the clip.

Ps I quit facebook.

Thursday, October 29, 2009


I'm going through the process of decreasing my internet activity, especially in regards to social networking, in light of a fear of my dependence on it, a fear of my inability to process complex information due to the immediate and simple nature of internet discourse, and in part on this article, which confirms that my fears are shared: Reading

Twitter is gone forever. Bye Twitter.
This blog rarely enters my consciousness, so I may or may not leave it up just out of laziness.

The question is facebook, of course. It's used in so many different ways--it's connected to my job at the very least--that I feel I cannot quit fully. Refusing to login would be ridiculous and would also carry the threat of people trying to contact me and not being able to/feeling like I'm ignoring them. I'm not sure what that leaves me with other than my own willpower not to use facebook very often, and I'm not sure what that does.

We'll see what happens, but deactivating facebook sounds really nice recently.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Sunday Night

Sunday night is for Lucero and My Bloody Valentine.

One week. Both excited and upset.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Dag, yo.

I'm not sure if I like this new layout/colour scheme that much, but then again I haven't posted anything here in a while anyway so does it really matter? I'm just trying to make good use of these final three weeks before everything changes again.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My newest hobby

Arbitrarily assigning nicknames to people. If you don't have one yet, just wait. You'll soon join the ranks of Team Sister's Bed, Cocktail Dress, Chuckster, Tits McGee, Stumbles, Notre Dame, Grad School, and Team Sledgehammer.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Everybody Down

A few more things:

-I found a voice recorder in my house. Those of you who know me should know exactly what I intend to use this for, and how amazing it will be.

-Someone kicked my garage door last night and left a big fkkn footprint. That was more than a little bit creepy. I'm assuming these were Daniel's enemies/punkass friends.

-I swam today and in a practice 100 free, hit my freshman year of high school time. Maybe I'm not in as bad of shape as I thought. Then again, I was a fkkn horrible swimmer freshman year of high school.

-I've been hit on by girls recently, which is a step in the right direction, I suppose. The girl at Moe's Monday said I smelled good, and a super-cougar at the pool today said I was handsome. So you know, at least these are females.

Monday, June 22, 2009


Everything that begins as a comedy ends as an empty laugh on your back porch.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Over My Head

A few more updates:

-I think the Antlers' album is rivaling Grizzly Bear for best of the year.

-I'm completely addicted to Law and Order. Case in point, it came on last night at 11. I was already tired. I stayed up till 2 am watching it, then watched the end of Good Will Hunting.

-Speaking of which, I've decided that I want to marry Minnie Driver's character from that film. I figure I just call her up and be all, "Yo, want an acting gig? For the rest of your life?"

-I was at Starbucks tonight and a guy came over and gave me a napkin with his number on it. This marks the second time that something like this has happened recently, as I got a facebook message from someone I've never met before basically asking the same thing last week. Now, I have absolutely no problem with homosexuals whatsoever, but it makes me wonder: do I give off the impression that I'm gay? Or are these guys just naturally brazen and approach any guy regardless of his perceived sexuality? Because if it's the first one, this could explain why my love life has been such a train wreck. Also, I feel like I should text this kid and be like, "Yo, sorry dude." I mean, it just seems rude to ignore him, am I right here?

These Are Things

My mother is convinced that I had a girl over at 2 am last night, because she heard us talking. The only thing is that I was sitting on the couch watching Law and Order at 2 am, and there was definitely no one else here at that point (that I know of....). Given how straightforward I've been with my parents all summer, it's weird that all day she's been convinced that someone was here, though I've told her otherwise. But then again she's marginally insane from time to time, so I guess it's not that surprising.

I'm about done with this whole not raining thing: please start raining agin. Not even because I want my lessons cancelled, just because it would be nice for it to rain.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Last update about lessons, I swear

My one tonight farted in the water, multiple times. It's taken me six years, and now, now I've seen or heard everything.

It's like, kind of still tax return season, and so I feel like spending money on myself. The only problem is that I didn't get any returns with my taxes. I got a bill for more, and a warning that I can't declare myself eligible to withhold anymore. So really, I don't have extra cash to spend on myself. Maybe I'll get myself some fiscal irresponsibility presents instead. Or some "Damn, it's nice to not pay for meals at home" presents, since home does have the redeeming factor of almost no expenses.

That's about it in terms of redeeming factors though, and as much as I love everyone down here, I can't wait for fall to start. My little brother is making a blog. I'm not sure if I should follow him or not. Probably anonymously. We'll see.

Oh and Animal Collective in three phrases or less: music was awesome, crowd was a doucheopolis, miss mah friendz.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Our Dreams Escape Fire

Keeping with tradition, another update about my lessons: almost all of them are absolutely adorable this year, which is a nice change from bratty rich kids that I'm used to. Parents are an entirely different matter, as I'm convinced that most of them are marginally insane. I'm wondering if this is something that happens to all people when they have children, or only when they have children, rich husbands, no job, and large disposable incomes.

I ordered 2666 today because I needed an extra $15 to get free shipping on Amazon, and because it's $10 cheaper there than the list price, but also because I absolutely loved Savage Detectives, as you all are more than aware. It's something like 988 pages. Add this to Gravity's Rainbow and right there you have a summer reading list built on masochism.

I have a feeling my blackboard email isn't working. By that I mean I know there were emails sent to me that I have not received. This is very upsetting, because there's a chance that I should have heard back from a few different publications, who now think that I am snubbing them because I haven't responded. Things like this keep me up at night, even though it's far more likely that they just didn't send me anything in the first place.

My knees hurt today. No idea why. Perhaps I'm dying; pretty sure this is a symptom of bird flu (what up 2004 reference?).

Saturday, June 6, 2009


My lesson pooped in the pool today. Thankfully, it was after I had gotten out of the water. For those keeping score at home, that makes it two gross things my lessons have done, and zero that have happened to me.

Friday, June 5, 2009


False alarm on 8:30 lessons meant that I got up infinity hours earlier than I needed to, but seeing as I've gotten about 12 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours, this wasn't a big deal. I've been listening to Beirut a lot recently, and by recently I mean today, but Ifeel that I grossly overlooked how good Realpeople Holland is. March of the Zapotec is only ok, but I'm really digging Realpeople.

I should go to the gym at some point today, and I might, but right now I really just want to read and write and enjoy how it's like, almost raining, and has been on and off all day. Sometimes I think I could totally live in Seattle, although other times I realize that I do like sunshine a lot.

Ice Cream man in my neighborhood is very annoying. He must know that there are children in my house and my neighbor's house, because he always pauses in our court. It's easy to say he's a child molester, and funny too, but most likely he's poor and trying to keep his family afloat. Doesn't mean that I appreciate his music or want to buy ice cream from him, just that he's more of a tragic than a comic figure, if you really think about it.

My fingers are shaking. I really haven't had caffeine in a long time, as these two cups of coffee are totally affecting me.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

What's outside the window

I'm currently waiting for my chai tea to steep. I tried to make chamomile a few minutes ago, but something went horribly wrong and it was perhaps the worst cup of tea I've ever made in my entire life. I'm not sure why, but in any case it was the last of the chamomile that we had (perhaps that's why), so I switched to chai. I may or may not be up all night now. I haven't had much caffeine since I've been home. It was only today that I learned how to make coffee with my parents' coffee machine.

I finished The Savage Detectives today covered in goosebumps, though I knew what was written on the last page long ago. I may be premature in this declaration, but it is perhaps one of the best books of the last ten years (if we count English versions, since the Spanish came out in 1998, if you want to get technical). I won't say anything on the plot because I want everyone who reads this to read that instead of my stupid ramblings about it. Just know that it was at least equally if not more powerful than All The Pretty Horses. Those of you who know me know exactly what that means.

That's about it for now. I had more to say but I think my tea is ready. I'm very fond of spending the night in with a book, much to the dismay I'm sure of my friends who are home and bored. Like I said, Savage Detectives....

Oh and for those keeping score at home, the obsession with the nature cameras has officially ended.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Two things

One of my lessons threw up on the side of the pool today. That was fun.

My family is currently freaking out about a live video feed of an Eagle's nest. I don't really get it, since they've been doing this since noon.

UPDATE--They were watching this video feed when I woke up today. Just overheard: "OH THEY HAVE OTHER WILDLIFE CAMERAS". My living room now sounds like a zoo.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I haven't really had anything to write about here in a while

I've done much of my writing elsewhere, mostly by hand, which is very strange for me. I've broken my obsession with ink and gone back to using a pencil. I'm not sure why. Today was hands down one of the best in recent memory, and driving home from the pool listening to Grizzly Bear was as close to perfection as I think I can hope for. I'm feeling better about this summer than I was earlier this week. I actually swam today for the first time since probably January; it was at least the first time I've done any sort of workout since March. Maybe that will be my hobby this summer. God knows I need it.

I'm having trouble finishing Savage Detectives. Probably because I can feel how epic the end is going to be, and I'm not sure that I'm quite ready for it. I've been reading a lot of Levis and drinking tea and listening to Sun Kil Moon this week, all of which have been influenced by this perfect rainy day weather that we've been having. I honestly do not care that I've barely made a cent this summer, perhaps because I have plenty in savings, but also probably because its been very nice not working very hard yet, combined with my general lack of affinity for money.

That's really all for now, not that what I typed above amounts to much anyway. Maybe I've been using pencil because I want these thoughts to fade, or maybe its because it reminds me of a simpler time, and I've been walking backwards recently.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009


Mah boi, this piece is what all true warriors strive for. 

I just wonder what Ganon's up to.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Take Five

I'm not sure what's wrong with me. After the most exhausting week ever, plus a fantastic dance party, I was only able to sleep for six hours. It's like I can't shut off my brain, which makes sense with everything going on right now. As nice as it is to be excited to wake up in the morning, it makes it hard to get a full night's rest.

By the way, Dj Lukas Suveg/Lambda Chi/Lukie Loo/whatever you go by was awesome last night.

My shower has decided to stop draining, at least quickly. This forces me to turn the water off halfway through so that it doesn't overflow. I will almost certainly not get this fixed before I leave.

As ready as I am for school to be over, I'm definitely not ready to go home. I have to finish my portfolio and write an ethics essay. One of these assignments I care deeply about; the other I'd just as soon not do.

But it's just like, hey, do you ever get the feeling everything is working out ok?

Monday, April 20, 2009

Mail Call part deux

Dear friends,

We're getting older. Lukas will be 21 soon. Some of you need to think seriously about marriage. And fast, because weddings are fun and one of y'all needs to have one.

Just sayin',


Dear research class,

Sorry, my heart just isn't into it, so I'm pretty much mailing in this project for tomorrow. Just so you're not surprised.


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Why are you like this?

I think "Grace Cathedral Park" is one of my favorite songs of all time. This morning I was listening to Pavement and it was good because it felt like everything was right in the world. And in a way everything still is, but I'm unsure. It's strange that the year is almost over; stranger still to think of the things we do to ourselves and to each other, and to step back and watch all these forces acting on us, and to watch the things we set in motion. I'm not sure what direction things are going. Last night reminded me how much I need these people around me.

I have no motivation to do things anymore and I've become very cynical, at least in regards to certain parts of my life. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that sometimes I think things simply exist without being good or bad; it is only by the absence of other things that we form judgments. Is anything missing?

Friday, April 17, 2009

Mail Call

Dear Jon Stewart,

I know it's really funny to make fun of conservatives for the fact that they don't really know what "teabagging" means, but if you could just keep quiet, maybe they'll keep doing it even longer. Really, it's funny enough just to watch; don't risk them realizing their mistake.



Dear Shara Worden,

Please marry me.



Dear nap,

I'm gonna take you.


Monday, April 13, 2009

Awesome Morning

Accepted to Gontarski's URA position? Check.
Accepted to Hamby's workshop? Check.
Five hours of restless sleep? Check.

But the first two make the third ok. 

Friday, April 10, 2009

It's official

I just sent my review to the editor. I'm going to be published in the Southeast Review

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Today feels better, I think. Even though I worked all day and still have to study for Ethics some more. I'm just like, that much closer, right? Maybe it's finally hitting me, I'm doing this, I'm doing this. This is water. This is water. That was a DFW reference, btw. Acronyms. I've been on a Silver Jews kick all week. 

Why can't monsters get along with other monsters? You know? Oh and the Rays won. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Dear readers

I'm sorry, that earlier post was somewhat rude; suffice to say that I made it about 30 seconds after finding out that my critical issues class had been cancelled, thus destroying my flawless schedule. It has since been fixed, somewhat, although there is now a strong chance that I don't take any philosophy courses next fall. Mostly because the philosophy department sucks. 

In other news, it's April and I just saw my breath, as my twitter friends already know. I'm about 200 pages behind in Moby-Dick. There was a guy in my Ethics class today that I'd never seen before. Today was review day, which last time lasted about 30 minutes. This kid clearly didn't do any of the reading, as he felt it necessary to ask about everything, including "What's an analytic proposition?" Oh, I dunno, something CENTRAL to ethical discussion that has only come up in every reading for the past five weeks. Thank you kid for extending the class needlessly, thereby making me wait longer to eat lunch. I was hungry, and therefore upset.

V. disappointing opening game for my Rays, but 161-1 isn't that bad. I think I'm getting sick. That actually is bad. 

Monday, April 6, 2009

Worst morning of the year

FML, for real.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Saturday night's alright, I guess

I mean, it's not that exciting when you're supposed to be reading Moby Dick. I feel like I should enjoy this book more than I do, because I feel like I'm going through the same thing Ishmael was in the first chapter. I'm v. burnt out though, which is bad considering how much work I have to do. I need to do more homework outside; I think that will help. Somehow. 

If anyone's interested,  I've got about one cup of that red cream soda left. It's definitely an experience for those willing to try it.

Krod Mandoon projects to be the worst program on Comedy Central since they gave Wanda Sykes a show. I'm ashamed that I even know the title.

I probably shouldn't listen to so much Sun Kil Moon. Or maybe I should. Either way, if you want to be destroyed, listen to "Carry Me Ohio."

Friday, April 3, 2009

I'm v. disappointed in you people

My last post was probably the most astute observation made on this or any other blog in the past week, and none of you commented, not even to express your gratitude to me for pointing this out. V. disappointing. 

Luckily the rain-ocalypse is over, for now at least, and reading in the shade this morning was just what I needed. Starting homework on Friday makes me feel industrious instead of lame, mainly because I know that if I didn't start today I might as well drop out of school.

Almost all of my posts are about homework. I'm toying with changing my major, ever so slightly. I may or may not have v. exciting news in the near future.

And so on.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009


I have a leftover bottle of "Red Cream Soda" from the social tonight, completely unopened. This is perhaps the most useless product I have ever owned. "Hey, all the same taste of cream soda, except now if you spill it, it's totally gonna leave a stain". Winn Dixie is a very strange corporation.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

I will dare

I've been feeling off all weekend. Probably because of a lack of sleep and this constant feeling that I'm behind. I think part of the problem is that I haven't made a t0-do list in weeks. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it did. This week's mission: to-do lists.

Saturday, March 28, 2009


I somehow just restored my old blog posts.

Well this is cool.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Winter Stars

Very few of my favorite poets have made it past fifty. This is not the only thing bothering me right now.  I have an incredible amount of homework because I've been ignoring it all week, obsessed with poetry. I have an ungodly amount of Moby Dick to read, and an essay due in Spanish on Friday. And I'm going to bed.

I don't always make very good choices. But is it worth it?

Sunday, March 22, 2009


I should augment my previous post by saying that I also love MBV. 

Recent expressions of my OCD, aka things I've been obsessed with recently:
  • College basketball
  • Twitter
  • Pseudo-metal (Isis and Mastodon ftw!)
  • William Matthews
Advanced workshops open tomorrow and I'm going to try and apply for Kirby's. We'll see what happens. 

Saturday, March 21, 2009

A comment.

"My Bloody Valentine is for people too dumb to understand God"

I feel like I agree with this. A lot.

Friday, March 20, 2009


Now if I seem quiet 
it's this. 
I have placed my words 
in the river 
so the current might soften 
their edges on stones.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Ethical issues

I can't decide if I should order a new book for free from Amazon. I mean, the one they sent me came all curved and bent, and that bothers me, but on the other hand, it's totally superficial and I should probably just get over it and not waste more paper by having two copies of this book of poems by a poet I've never read before.

Help me, fellow bloggers (and friends from Twitter! Jump on it!)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Things I've done so far today.

-Complained to Amazon about my books coming all bent up.
-Ate a pb&j sandwich with homemade raspberry jam.
-Thought about going to the gym
-Decided against going to the gym

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Stereotypical post-spring break post

I'm not ready to be back in many ways, specifically in the "Oh god I didn't do anything over break, I'm going to fail my research project/poetry portfolio/Moby Dick test" sense of not ready to be back. And I miss everyone at home, that is, everyone being at home, because I guess other than Kait and Adam no one else is still there. But on the other hand, I love being up here and I'm excited to go to poetry (even though I destroyed Dominika's book and had to buy her a new one) and to write more and to apply for the research assistant position and of course to see everyone, because I missed them over break a lot.

I really need it to be warm, because I feel like this winter made my soul cold (I told you this post was going to be cliche and stereotypical). But really, I feel better in the warm sun, on the beach or on a boat in the inter-coastal. I'm not outside enough up here. It's not good for human beings to spend all their time in little cubbies and air conditioned encasings. For all my talk of loving winter and moving north, the south has really taken it's toll on me. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but then again I'm not sure there's much that's good or bad anymore. I'm finding that a lot of my life just exists and that there's no judgements to make about it: it just happens.

In two years I'm going to move away for good, or at least for 5 years, though I can't imagine going back home after grad school.

The song 'Two Weeks" is making me very happy right now though, and that's good.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


Who gets a sunburn on their ankles? I mean honestly?

Monday, March 9, 2009


Now we'll say it's in God's hands but God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he?

Thursday, March 5, 2009


I'm about to enter my second decade. This is strange.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

One more week.

I meant to get up at 10:30 today but I rolled over after my alarm went off and slept past 12, and I'm really upset with myself for that. I hate that it's cold and rainy--I need it to be sunny and warm again. My tongue hurts and my eye hurts and in neither case do I know why.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Answering Machine

I should be studying for my ethics test right now, but I'm not yet, obviously, since I'm updating my blog right now. It's weird that spring break is almost here. I'm really excited to go home and see my family. It's also weird that lent began today.

I've been on really bad germophobia kick recently, for no apparent reason.

And Larry Levis is an incredible poet:

The Poem You Asked For

My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,

worrying me.
Day after day,
I held it up to the llight,

turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.

It grew sullen, like a toad
through with being teased.
I offered it money,

my clothes, my car with a full tank.
But the poem stared at the floor.
Finally I cupped it in

my hands, and carried it gently
out into the soft air, into the
evening traffic, wondering how

to end things between us.
For now it had begun breathing,
putting on more and

more hard rings of flesh.
And the poem demanded the food,
it drank up all the water,

beat me and took my money,
tore the faded clothes
off my back,

said Shit,
and walked slowly away,
slicking its hair down.

Said it was going
over to your place.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Impossible Germany

I don't understand it, because when you get 4-5 hours of sleep, the next day should be absolutely terrible, but somehow today was an awesome day. I haven't collapsed yet, I got to play Phase 10 in my one-on-one, I'm feeling more confident about teaching my class in the fall, I got to have a conversation with someone that went really well, I don't have massive amounts of work tonight like I usually do, I started looking for journal articles for my research paper and am finding some awesome ones, and so on.

And my conference with Dominika went really well today and she said that with revision, some of my poems could make an acceptable portfolio for an advanced workshop, which is exciting because I've totally fallen head over heels in love with poetry and want to continue this.

So this was nice, and it reminds me why I love being so busy, because it's the only way to actually achieve things. It makes it worth it.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Grace Cathedral Park

I've never been there, but I feel like I have already. I really want to go to Europe this summer--most likely Spain--so I need to start figuring that out soon. I wish spring break would be figured out soon, but if not I'll just go home and have a great time there. And that's not sarcastic--I love Clearwater in a really strange way, and I miss it sometimes. My sister got a purple cell phone for her 11th birthday yesterday and I got stuck in an elevator with hyperventilating parents. I need to call my parents today.

I think I'm getting better at holding my tongue sometimes, but I also don't want to not let people know how I feel.

Sometimes I can't figure things out, and sometimes I just don't care to, because it's easier not to and to just let things go by, maybe smile and wave from the curb. For thousands of years parades have made people on the sidelines plenty happy.

Ragged bits of tide

"No one knows where we go when we're dead or when we're dreaming"

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

My new hobby

Freaking out about graduate school. See, I want to be a professor more than anything else; I never want to leave the academic life. And I want to do my Ph.D. in English. The problem here is that 90% of all universities hire from the top 20 programs in any given field, meaning that to get a job anywhere other than TCC, you need to go to a top-level school. Further problem: the best english programs are at schools where the program has been established for a long period of time, built up a vast library, published tons of influential articles. So my short list is now looking like Stanford, Berkeley, Harvard, Princeton, and UVA as my safety. Faaan-tastic.

UVA's website says they demand at the very least a B average. No sweat, I got that. Hold on, what does Stanford want?

"M.A. students must prove reading knowledge of one foreign language, while Ph.D. candidates must prove reading knowledge of two foreign languages. Ideally, applicants will have language proficiency before admission, as it is not practical to acquire two languages from scratch given the rigors of the Ph.D. program"


"We do not publish an "average" GRE score, since the number of students (10) in any given year is so small as to make an "average" meaningless."

Wait...the number of what?

"We are able to matriculate about 10 students with funding from an applicant pool of 350+."
10 students with funding from an applicant pool of 350+
10 students from an applicant pool of 350 +
10 students

Oh dear Christ.
Commence ulcer formation.

Burden's surprise

I've been staying up really late recently. I haven't been to bed before 4 since last Wednesday night. Not an exaggeration. Sometimes I think during the day that I need to be really industrious when I get home and work hard, and then suddenly it's midnight, it's another night of half-done assignments and self-contempt. If I could just be dedicated, what could I achieve? This haunts me some nights.

My insomnia is weird because at 6 I want to go to bed so badly, but by 11 I couldn't care less. I don't understand. Sometimes I like being reclusive, but I don't want to be nocturnal.

I think I've figured out exactly what I want to do with the next four years of my life. I mean, it feels like it, but then again I've never felt like I've known what I want to do after college before. And hell, I should make it a five year plan just for laughs.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


There are some days that I feel like I'm just kinda going through the motions and waiting for everything to come unraveled. And then there are other days that completely restore my faith in everything. But when this happens on the same day, it's really strange, and fulfilling. I feel like I've taken on too much this semester, but then again, I feel like I'll always be at least this busy, because once FIG and research ends, then I've got to start my thesis, and I'm going to see my advisor to talk about graduate schools this week and how to get into a top English program, aka Stanford. And I'm thinking, oh jeez, undergrad is almost halfway over. But then I have mornings like this when I think that time doesn't even matter because it's not really real anyway.

I need to have more mornings like this. And if I got through last week and wrote a 1500 word essay in my second language, I think I can make it through anything.

This is my attempt to be a better blogger, by the way.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Dear reader

This blog sucks so far. It really does. I mean, other than that bitchin sweet picture at top, and my kickass name, this thing is basically worthless. My blogging style is generally convoluted and cryptic and full of references to things only I understand or think is funny, but some of these posts are just terrible, so I want to apologize for that. I'm going to try to blog better in the future. Also my layout sucks, other than the aforementioned parts.

To be a better person.
To be a better blogger.
To be a better citizen.

Yes we can.

Ok, I should really get started on that Spanish essay.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I can see a lot of light in you.

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

I need to begin meditating anew, because all of the life I felt this summer, it started right there on my carpet every morning.

Good workshops make me feel awesome. Spanish tests tomorrow make me feel anxious.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Lift yr skinny fists like antennas to heaven

Last night was really special. The fog and the moonlight combined to make a beautiful ghost world, surrounded by ghost trees that faded and twisted and shifted off into the darkness, and the beached jellyfish came up like manna from the bottom, offering themselves up to the glowing orb that cast down smiling white light on us as we lay on the beach, and even the fox forgives us, I think.

I'm getting that itch again, Jack. I gotta go somewhere.

Saturday, February 7, 2009


Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Two lists

What makes me furious
  • Proposed Budget Cuts to the English Dept.
  • The superfluous construction projects on campus, when money could be spent on, oh, academics?
  • When I don't feel productive in class

What makes me happy
  • The song "Get me away I'm Dying" by Belle & Sebastian

Monday, February 2, 2009


Please excuse me; I'm going through a recluse phase.

Qué la luna verde reluzca toda la noche.
Qué los cuchillos viejos ya no tiriten bajo el polvo.
Qué la jaca negre me tome hasta Sevilla.
Qué la luz de la noche nunca se apague.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


El día se va despacio,
la tarde colgada a un hombro,
dando una larga torera
sobre el mar y los arroyos.
Las aceitunas aguardan
la noche de Capricornio,
y una corta brisa, ecuestre,
salta los montes de plomo.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Today was one of the best days in recent memory, for many reasons, not the least of which being that I had all of my work done for class, and I suppose my new computer and having research questions to think about and possible poems to write and getting perfect scores on philosophy homework will help as well, but really, really, really, it started with being happy about being around.

Is that what the thunder said?

Monday, January 26, 2009

I can see a lot of light in you

I think I need to make a conscious effort to be more responsible. So I'm making a conscious effort to be more responsible.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Dean Young

"The gods we played with broke;
they were made of glass. The trees
our fathers planted we will not see again."