Saturday, December 06, 2003
alright, i'll break these conversational chains and get the literary avalanche a-rumblin' with a decidedly unliterary poem written whenever ago in honor of the snowy season, the holiday season and you! Erudition be damned!
Outside The Wal-Mart on a Snowy Evening
Falling,
falling
just like
the shivering
prices
on the other side
of the automatic doors.
Outside The Wal-Mart on a Snowy Evening
Falling,
falling
just like
the shivering
prices
on the other side
of the automatic doors.
chalk it up to cabin fever but i admit it: i'm becoming obsessed with the newly formed blog. the one thing that sucks is that we can't upload images...for some reason they're not taking orders for that feature anymore. at any rate, here is what to do to record an audio blog:
call 1-661-716-BLOG
enter my phone number which is 201-659-8331
enter PIN # 1234 plus pound sign
record your audio blog and follow the prompts...fun!
i expect some heavy breathing sometime soon...
call 1-661-716-BLOG
enter my phone number which is 201-659-8331
enter PIN # 1234 plus pound sign
record your audio blog and follow the prompts...fun!
i expect some heavy breathing sometime soon...
So, there's this girl. And she has this sudden stab of optimism which results in her asking us to share. But, of course, this call to share is not the sort of request that follows or precedes the old "don't run with scissors" admonishment. She means "share" in the rough and fluff sense—you know, revealing and exploring. And while she's the sort of girl you might expect to rub her hands at the thought of us pseudonyms revealing the bones and boners hidden in our naughty little closets, we all know this means, urm, writing shit.
Firstly, who are the other friends destined to assign themselves something new and exciting from The Bulging Book of Baby Names? Do I know you all? Are there any strangers present? Or, is it just me and that girl? Secondly, where in the hell is the spellcheck? Lastly, and least important, after this late night ramble sputters out, what am I supposed to contribute? Fresh thoughts plucked from the garden of my mind? Transcribed poems from that notebook by the bed? Bits and pieces from the Great American Novel that, while definitively American, ain't so great? Talk to me, my little Shakespeares.
I'll share. Hell, I'll be Cher. As long as you promise to be Sonny. Or sunny.
Firstly, who are the other friends destined to assign themselves something new and exciting from The Bulging Book of Baby Names? Do I know you all? Are there any strangers present? Or, is it just me and that girl? Secondly, where in the hell is the spellcheck? Lastly, and least important, after this late night ramble sputters out, what am I supposed to contribute? Fresh thoughts plucked from the garden of my mind? Transcribed poems from that notebook by the bed? Bits and pieces from the Great American Novel that, while definitively American, ain't so great? Talk to me, my little Shakespeares.
I'll share. Hell, I'll be Cher. As long as you promise to be Sonny. Or sunny.
Friday, December 05, 2003
this first entry will be, hopefully, the only piece of chit chat type writing that goes into 'beyond amazing...'
writing has always horrified me. the thought of anyone happening upon anything that i've penned makes my guts wrench and my already strange ticker palpitate more than normal. however...i feel that it's time to take a headlong leap into these murky waters and...expose. it's my hope that you will be up for this, as well.
my idea isn't to necessarily just write stories. i don't have anything against run of the mill blog entries as they are certainly exposure enough. and i don't proclaim to have any writing talent. but i know that some of you do and may be uneasy about sharing. now's the time, my dear friends...
and beg my pardon in advance if everything that i write turns out to be pure crap. be kind. and have a heart.
writing has always horrified me. the thought of anyone happening upon anything that i've penned makes my guts wrench and my already strange ticker palpitate more than normal. however...i feel that it's time to take a headlong leap into these murky waters and...expose. it's my hope that you will be up for this, as well.
my idea isn't to necessarily just write stories. i don't have anything against run of the mill blog entries as they are certainly exposure enough. and i don't proclaim to have any writing talent. but i know that some of you do and may be uneasy about sharing. now's the time, my dear friends...
and beg my pardon in advance if everything that i write turns out to be pure crap. be kind. and have a heart.
