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4/27/10 11:39 pm

I read somewhere, one time, that our teeth are strong enough to bite off a live, human finger. And that fact has captivated me ever since. Do you ever get the urge to bite off your own finger, just to see if you can? Or is that just me?

For the record, if I had to choose one, it would be my left pinkie. I think I wouldn't miss a pinkie so much, but I also wonder if that's cheating, since a pinkie would obviously be the easiest one to bite off.

7/18/09 11:16 pm - by Valzhyna Mort

maybe you too sometimes fantasize
that god resembles your most difficult teacher
the one who never gave the highest mark
one day he invites your parents to school
and who knows what he is telling them there
perhaps that any further effort is now futile
because you're never going to graduate from life
with honors
maybe something different
something completely and utterly different
but when this talk is done
your parents never come back
maybe they're ashamed now
a boy from the neighborhood tells you they're dead
he says look even the Beatles die
never mind your parents
besides who knew them except you
all their songs were written by other people

but you refuse to believe him can't get any sleep
you cry at home
you cry among people you know and people you don't
on the street
because they've left and are ashamed
to return to you again

1/21/09 08:48 pm

sweet hope

9/15/08 11:00 am - from the 2005 Kenyon commencement address

"This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship."

-David Foster Wallace

9/12/08 04:57 pm

This afternoon I convinced a stranger to vote for Barack Obama.

On Sunday evening, I volunteered to call undecided voters in a suburb of Portland and campaign for him. I called three pages of numbers. About twelve people actually answered the phone. Most of them did not want to talk to me. One woman, from Bosnia, told me not to worry, because her and her husband would vote for him. One man barked in my ear that Obama didn't know anything about being American, and was "best friends" with a minister who "hated this country." His gleeful ignorance rattled in my brain all week, echoed by the parade of news stories, breathlessly fluffing S***h P***n. I've been disgusted and depressed all week, not just by the mainstream media and the GOP, but by how quickly so many liberals have sunken, as if already defeated, into detached cynicism. And I was very close to being one of them.

But the longest conversation I had on Sunday was with Melba. My piece of paper told me that Melba was 74, and a registered Republican. While we talked, she told me she was against abortion, very religious, and that her son has been in Iraq for several years. Her biggest question for me was about Obama and lobbyists. She was leaning towards Obama until she heard rumors that he'd reversed his position on taking money from lobbyists, and now she wasn't so sure. I answered, honestly, that I didn't know about his current position, but would be happy to find out. This afternoon, I called her back with what I'd found. Obama does not accept donations from federal lobbyists. He does accept donations from state lobbyists since he has no jurisdiction over state laws. Melba said she was very glad to hear that, and not only was she "strongly leaning towards my candidate," but she said she would "set the record straight for some of her friends who'd been spreading rumors about him."

I talked to one person. I told her what I knew and why I was voting for Obama, and it made a real impression on her. I did something really small for this election, but I can't even express what this did for my heart. Please please please donate a little time and/or money to this campaign, and urge everyone you know to do the same.

9/12/08 12:02 pm - Fact.

If you allow your police chief to charge rape victims for the cost of their rape kits, you are not a feminist. Period.


9/4/08 03:16 pm

If anyone else is suffering from severe panic attacks of rage over the GOP Convention, I suggest watching this video at least 11 times.

8/21/08 10:27 am - by X. J. Kennedy


by X. J. Kennedy

If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,

If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.

If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We'd not even need to write letters
To put our affection across,

But you're just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I'm a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we'll stay slightly remote.

7/14/08 11:06 pm - I know, I know. I'm preaching to the choir...


6/23/08 02:31 pm - this is me

I went to Hawaii, which was pretty sweet. Since then, my life has taken a serious turn for the boring. Here I am on hold with Lutron Shading Solutions:

When I took this picture, I was probably looking at one of these two sites:

...or I was shopping for shoes.

Here's a recap of my education.
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