Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
the unreasonable dreamer in me is always thinking about the next exciting trip we can take
If I didn't have Kiffy to bring me back down to earth and remind me that my big dreams are a little too excessive for our penniless state, I'd probably be sleeping under a freeway overpass somewhere in Los Angeles.
BUT, this time we've come to an agreement that in T minus 365 days we'll embark on the road trip of our lives!! The planning is officially underway.
The plan is to take one month next summer and drive cross-country so we can explore the good ole' USA.
We figure it's about 3,500 miles, give or take a few, from California to the East coast. We're not quite sure of the routes we'll take yet. But I do know that I plan on eating fried green tomatoes, stopping in as many podunk towns as possible, and seeing Coney Island.
Any suggestions of must-sees we shouldn't miss?
I'm looking forward to the open road. Until then, we'll be packing this baby with our spare change to keep the dream alive!
BUT, this time we've come to an agreement that in T minus 365 days we'll embark on the road trip of our lives!! The planning is officially underway.
The plan is to take one month next summer and drive cross-country so we can explore the good ole' USA.
We figure it's about 3,500 miles, give or take a few, from California to the East coast. We're not quite sure of the routes we'll take yet. But I do know that I plan on eating fried green tomatoes, stopping in as many podunk towns as possible, and seeing Coney Island.
Any suggestions of must-sees we shouldn't miss?
I'm looking forward to the open road. Until then, we'll be packing this baby with our spare change to keep the dream alive!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A twitch of the scalp
I have one. 27 hours without sleep and counting . . .
Question: at what point does lack of sleep become dangerous?
Question: at what point does lack of sleep become dangerous?
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Analyze this!
"Children's Games" by Brueghel
The poem by William Carlos Williams about the painting by Brueghel:
Children's Games
I
This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children
of all ages near a village
on a small stream
meandering by
where some boys
are swimming
bare-ass
or climbing a tree in leaf
everything
is motion
elder women are looking
after the small
fry
a play wedding a
christening
nearby one leans
hollering
into
an empty hogshed
II
Little girls
whirling their skirts about
until they stand out flat
tops pinwheels
to run in the wind with
or a toy in 3 tiers to spin
with a piece
of twine to make it go
blindman's-buff follow the
leader stilts
high and low tipcat jacks
bowls hanging by the knees
standing on your head
run the gauntlet
a dozen on their backs
feet together kicking
through which a boy must pass
roll the hoop or a
construction
made of bricks
some mason has abandoned
III
The desperate toys
of children
their
imagination equilibrium
and rocks
which are to be
found
everywhere
and games to drag
the other down
blindfold
to make use of
a swinging
weight
with which
at random
to bash in the
heads about
them
Brueghel saw it all
and with his grim
humor faithfully
recorded
it
The poem by William Carlos Williams about the painting by Brueghel:
Children's Games
I
This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children
of all ages near a village
on a small stream
meandering by
where some boys
are swimming
bare-ass
or climbing a tree in leaf
everything
is motion
elder women are looking
after the small
fry
a play wedding a
christening
nearby one leans
hollering
into
an empty hogshed
II
Little girls
whirling their skirts about
until they stand out flat
tops pinwheels
to run in the wind with
or a toy in 3 tiers to spin
with a piece
of twine to make it go
blindman's-buff follow the
leader stilts
high and low tipcat jacks
bowls hanging by the knees
standing on your head
run the gauntlet
a dozen on their backs
feet together kicking
through which a boy must pass
roll the hoop or a
construction
made of bricks
some mason has abandoned
III
The desperate toys
of children
their
imagination equilibrium
and rocks
which are to be
found
everywhere
and games to drag
the other down
blindfold
to make use of
a swinging
weight
with which
at random
to bash in the
heads about
them
Brueghel saw it all
and with his grim
humor faithfully
recorded
it
