Me and My Brother Who's turning 20 next month.

Me and My Brother Who's turning 20 next month.
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kickin' it sailor-style.

The Most Romantic Poem I Know Of

THE QUIET WORLD
by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it in to my ear
Without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Feminism encourages women to "kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."

From Pat Roberton's lips to the ears of god.

More fun news.

hmmmm, if the religous right has any sense at all.....wait, well, let me re-phrase that....if they have any detectable brain activity whatsoever, they'd get a new spokesperson. You know, one who doesn't call for the murder of a foreign leader and then point out that " I don't think any oil shipments will stop." Brilliant.

Hair Cut!

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The Ten Most Illuminated Moments of the Past Week

10-Dressing Lluvy for a photoshoot and seeing our clothing on a woman so gorgeous I was waiting for her immaculate finish to crack.
9-Having Greg tell me I was dressed like I should be in a video for a popular early-90's techno song...."Now I couldn't dance with another"....just the look I was going for. kind of.
8-Listening to Matt name an article of our clothing "the cat-in-the-hat sweater". I think we need to hire him to be our professional name-thinker-upper.
7-Seeing a person get outrageously excited about receiving a bike accessory for her berfday. Elliot, safety first, use that light!
6-Looking through the pictures Matt took and being stunned into speechlessness. I've realized that there are few things I like more than dressing up beautiful girls and asking them to hang out in front of a camera.
5-Talking with garriet 'bout black and white movies and being convinced that, maybe, I might watch one someday.
4-Finding out one of my friends is out to his Christian parents and they haven't disowned him. Oh how I adore social evolution.
3-Seeing Julie be "fancy" as she put it.
2-Discovering Trader Joe's Tuna in Yellow Curry Sauce. There are few things more delicious.
1-Seeing Phil after we'd been apart for more than 5 days. Thank the lord for birth control, or I'd totally be pregnant three times over by now.

Things said by my husband in the last two days

in reference to our attempt to simultaneously conjure the same color on the insides of our eyelids:"Wait! I'm not to yellow yet!!!"

"Hey! Do you want to have a family cheer?"

"I'm not whining, I'm slooowww beatboxing."

in reference to a PJ Harvey song to which he does not know the words:"Is she saying 'I have no time for anal love'?" I said; "no, she's saying I have no time for hate or love."

"You can believe that you came from a rock, or you can believe that a loving God created you for a purpose"

My New One-Stop Science Information Site

Wow, I didn't realize it was such slim pickin's. Rock or Loving God. Rock or Loving God.

I'm going with Rock.

Oh How I Used to Make Fun of Other Peoples' Diary-Like Entries...Oh How I Now Have No Room to Talk.

So, when I've had friendship fallouts in the past there usually comes the day when I'm not angry anymore. It happens when I'm looking through pictures or singing songs we used to sing together. I can feel my heart melt, and then all of the anger just leaves. I had a friend in high school who found Jesus and then thought me too pagan to stay friendly with (no, it was not the other way around, I loved her with or without Jesus takin' up permanent residence behind her two top left ribs). I was so angry with her for so long and now I can't remember what it was to dislike her. When I think of her I only smile. She is still the song I sing to myself when I'm alone.

I keep waiting for this to happen in my life today. I feel at peace about my actions and my past, but you know how they say "absence makes the heart grow fonder"? It feels as though absence is making clear so many things that are feeling more and more like betrayal. Instead of slowly replacing anger with love, it's going the other way around.

At the risk of sounding like I've been reading self-help books, I'm wondering what the cost of resolution really is. Is it always possible? Do the things people have done to you and the things you have done to them really matter when held up to the light of the present?

Pump up the Jam

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I want to be DJ Femme something fierce. See? I already have my name picked out.

America the Beautiful

So, the news of the week is that a "Hispanic" family has moved onto my mother-in-law's block and this is, apparently, some of the worst possible news a middle-class, uber-white neighborhood can receive. Her neighbor actually called her to have a pity party and discuss WHAT COULD BE DONE about this evil of all evils. It's like everyone's whiteness is collective and one non-white family waters down the whole block's whitey-whiteness. And do you know what that means? Besides the fact that they will NOT be invited to weekly KKK meetings, they will also be excluded from Parcheezi Thursdays and Brady Bunch Marathon Tuesdays.

"they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense." a.d.