Journal Entries

Monday, 13 July 2009

  • Some new Poems Composed whilst in Europe.

    Pony Tail Man (1st draft)

    Sitting there amongst the group
    Laughing away without care.
    The wine is passed and secrets shared;
    Opinions and advice given.

    Each girl with benign looks
    And flirty winks, touch
    arms, hands in intimate
    Gesticulation.

    Yet friend is a four letter word
    Unless you're gay like him.

    ~For Trevor F who coined the term.  Composed while on the road to Rome 6/16/09



    Pasty White Kids (1st Draft)

    There they are all vanilla white and
    Sometimes naked.
    Running about throwing the rocks
    On the beach--or the people.

    But who cares of rocks
    --they're rocks not pebbles--
    and burn when the sun appears in England!
    It's off to Brighton we go!

    ~Obviously composed whilst rocks were cutting my bum in Brighton 6/28/09



    No. 4 Sydney Place (2nd draft)

    I know you probably don't care,
    Since I'm just a visiting foreigner,
    But here I am on Avon's banks
    --in the town you knew and hated--

    Breathing where you breathed;
    Thinking where you thought.
    I wish you could teach me:
    How to write, to choose, to love.

    You, a clear, strong, mind
    I respect--
    If only you were here now.

    But All I have are your stories
    And the hope your whisper
    Still lingers in the waters and breezes,
    And the evensong chimes of the abbey.

    ~Trouble with the 3rd stanza still.  Composed in Bath 6/30/09 3:30 PM

Friday, 27 February 2009

  • Composed this while finishing brunch as a satiric afterthought.  This seems to happen at multiple Farmer Boys (I've had brunch on Sunday at a few different ones after church) weekly.  Enjoy:

    Testimony (1st draft)

    I saw a herd at the Farmer Boys
    Eating lunch after church;
    They moved the tables, four in all,
    And shoved and scraped the chairs.

    Frowningly, their matron directed
    The movement and the seating.
    When all was set--the feeding commenced--
    The chirps, the burps, and grunts, and groans:
    The sounds of satisfaction.

    To conclude:
    The tables were out.
    The chairs displaced.
    The piles desperately clung--
    Glued together by the strength and will
    Of ketchup and gravy alone:

    A sticky reminder Christ's brood was here:
    A dingleberry for remembrance.

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

  • Tough New Year

    Nothing says the new years like accusations.  I know it it's only been one month into the new year, but it opened up with all sorts of wild accusations from certain colleagues of mine about incompetence.  Namely mine.

    I guess that's what happens when you land a $100K grant that's renewable for 10 years and they didn't (especially in these hard economic times--the smaller specialized classes help too when they have +40 in a class and I cap around 30).  And in honor of them I decided to write this poem, though much of it was inspired by Cal Poly Pomona (the fake Cal Poly) administration as recounted to me by countless alumni:

    Morlocks (1st draft)

    You know them well from ten to two.
    Diligent at their nine to five.
    --Though sometimes they're out to lunch,
    Their job is always finished.

    Satisfied with government work
    And their logoed business cards
    --They toil away--
    Confident in what you don't know.

    After all sweeping mines builds
    Hand and eye;
    Solitaire: critical thought.
    Don't tread on their sacred rights!

    They earned it well by who they knew
    By favors, race, or blood.
    Better a nibble from everyone's plate
    Than eating your children whole.



Sunday, 21 December 2008

Thursday, 04 December 2008

Sunday, 23 November 2008

  • What is your favorite childhood toy? What makes it special to you?

    Legos of course.  Why are they special?  Because I could make them into anything I could dream about.  I certainly wasn't the best at creating new things; my buddies were far more creative with those blocks.  But the fact that I can imagine something and then try to make it take shape using those blocks was fascinating. 

    I remember making a cut away of a starship with those blocks.  It had hallways that lead to the bridge, engine room, and gun ports.  That was fun.  Castle Legos and Pirate Legos were my favorite. 

    Now it just seems that there's no time to play and all time to work.  I know some people (older than me) that are master builders and do some R&D for Legos. I've seen them make spheres out of rectangular blocks.  Amazing.  I've also seen them build Star Destroyers and Death Stars.  Those sets have over 10,000 pieces.

    My next favorite toys were of course army men.  I had a small collection of Britains Deetail soldiers.  You know what I think that these were more favored than Legos though I played with Legos more.  I loved setting my soldiers up.  I had a collection of Heer Wehrmacht soldiers that were my favorite I'd set them agains my U.S. soldiers.  It's hard to believe that that brand of army men are now worth quite a bit of money.  I wonder how much my collection is worth.  I tried to keep all my German soldiers in the best condition possible they were, of course, far cooler than the other figures.


       

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Wednesday, 12 November 2008

  • New Poem

    It's been freaking crazy at my work and life.  Finally finished my Masters and am looking for opportunities to get out of Dodge.  Teaching is just not worth it anymore.  There's too many riff-raff that float around and clog up the classroom--that goes for teachers and students.  Anyway,  on to something more worthwhile:

    Message Received (1st draft)

    An e-mail would have been nice
    Or an IM;
    A voicemail or even a
    Note scrawled on a used napkin
    Would have been better.

    But all you sent was
    White space;
    The absence of words
    Emphasizing
    Nothing
    Between
    Us.



Tuesday, 29 July 2008

Thursday, 24 July 2008

  • What the Frak?

    This is an interesting article.  Just read it.

    I can't believe that anyone would want to humiliate their child by giving them a bizzare name.  I mean "Sex Fruit" and "Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii?"  What kind of frakked off names are those?   I thought "Latrina" was pretty awful for as student to have or even "Lemonjello" and "Orangejello" were pretty insane.  

    I used to think that Samuel was a pretty damned horrible name, but I realized as time went on it was quite a good name.  An 18th century name, a name authors, statesmen, and beer. 

    But to make up some weirdo name out of ignorance and or puerile amusement is beyond comprehension.  Those people should have their heads guillotined off for tormenting their children this way.

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