August 3, 2009
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I had a dream about the world flooding. There was a rope net around the edges of the ocean that I was clinging to, and I could see Fiji in the distance. I was asking my companion why I couldn’t swim to there. It was dry land, and I don’t swim well. He said I couldn’t, and that it was going to flood over soon.
The sky was black and the water was equally dark and angry.
There is only one man and no bar June 26, 2009
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I did a little bit of updating. OK, I just changed the heading of this blog.
For those who didn’t know me in seventh grade (and didn’t get to hear me when I thought those 12 shots of tequila made me hilarious), here’s the joke:
A man visits a therapist to discuss problems he’s having during sex. His wife isn’t happy with his rhythm. After hearing this, the therapist suggests that the man keep time by reciting to himself, “Quarter, quarter, quarter, quarter, dime, dime, nickel, nickel, nickel.”
That night, the man decides to test out the suggestion. As he and his wife become intimate, he paces himself by reciting, “Quarter, quarter, quarter, quarter, dime, dime, nickel, nickel, nickel…”
“Faster!” breathes his wife.
Picking up the pace, the man mutters to himself, “Quarterquarterquarterquarter, dimedime, nickelnickel,nickel.”
“Faster!” his wife moans urgently.
Complying, the man also quickly mumbles, “Quarterquarterquarterquarter, dimedime, nickelnickel,nickel.”
“FASTER!” cries his wife.
To which the man responds while screaming, “BUCK THIRTY-FIVE! BUCK THIRTY-FIVE!”
As for the first part, it comes from a quote by Gandhi: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”
Yes, I know: after my little joke, that very touching quote seems somehow inappropriate. Maybe it’s my joke that’s inappropriate. Maybe I’m inappropriate.
But, admit it: you laughed.
Love is the Law June 19, 2009
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It was important to me to start this blog on a Friday. The last day of the work week is devoted to the goddesses of love, and love was something that I used to hold as the highest of ideals.
The part of me that felt that way seems to be from a very long time ago. That’s part of the reason I’m writing here: I’ve become lost. I can attribute that to so many things, some of which I may explore here, or at least in my paper journal. Suffice to say, I’m lost and need to find my way back to myself, to who I was.
As far as I can remember, love is where everything began for me, so that is where I’ll try to pick up.
